Tatum, New Mexico

I set out for my solo journey to Arizona on Sunday, first riding down to visit Barbara in Brownfield. She spoiled me and fed me well. Fully rested, I finally peeled away on Tuesday morning.

Leaving Brownfield, I went west on US Hwy 380. My first foreign port of call was Tatum, New Mexico for gas and corn dog at Allsup's. Tatum is a non-descript little town whose main thoroughfare is under construction, and whose high school mascot is apparently an evil, one-horned, weiner-chewing sock puppet.