Land of Enchantment

If your idea of "Enchantment" is meth busts and dui's then Farmington is for you.

This town is a hole. No doubt about it. Archaeology takes you to a lot of crappy places (dont be fooled by those slick National Geographic pieces...) but so far, for me...farmington is the worst. I cant tell if it is really that bad or just my bad attitude.

I can tell you that the Motel 6 in Farmington is horrible. Some drunk guy at my door at 2am. Thunderpussy waking up (at 4ish) to a police bust in the room above. Yesterday we were both treated to some loud sex (my neighbors) and a drunken late night fight (TP's neighboors). Ahh...Farmington. Where hope goes to die.

Today we have settled into the managers apartment at the La Quinta Inn. I like La Quinta. They saved my butt in Tucson once. This is an honest to god apartment with a kitchen (TP can cook!! Lucky me...), a bedroom, cable and wireless. I am watching curling as i write this and am very excited about it.

The work, while helpful to my co-workers, is less then inspiring. My eyes are fried from staring into the lighting table all day. Who let those people map hundreds of burned rock middens??

This weekend i plan on checking out Chaco, the four corners, and Shiprock. Oh yes, soon i shall upload lovely phone photos of my feet in four states. Feel the enchantment.

For now...enjoy this photo of something i drew to make me happy.




And this photo of one of the only things in Farmington that has entertained me.





Pancake Alley...can Pankcake Services be far behind?