I've been to the old mining town of Madrid - about forty five minutes south west of us - numerous times over the last thirty years, but for whatever reason have never been to the Mine Shaft Tavern before. Well, ok, I've always thought it was a bikers' pub, and I'm sure that there are times when it is, but we'd agreed to meet friends for lunch there today (a green chile buffalo burger!) which, though our spirits were dampened and darkened by the news coming out of Minneapolis, was excellent. And the atmosphere was more like a regular old style English pub (bar, dark panelling, lots of dark wood tables and chairs - though admittedly English pubs tend not to have cut out cowboys and cowgirls marking the way to the restrooms. In any case, it was a sanitized, but very visitable, version of a rustic/mining saloon, minus the sawdust, the cussing, and the horses (though there was a stuffed buffalo head).
That sullen looking sky? There's likely some snow on the way ...
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