Well, it's gettin' close to gardening time here in Taos, so I decided I wanted a couple of varieties of seed potatoes, grown in and for our region. I settled on those grown at "Rockey Farms", about a 130 mile slab north of here near Center, Colorado. Even tho it's all two lane, it's slabbin' all the same - straight as a gunbarrel for as far as the eye can see most of the time. Though much of the trip was in the police state of Colorado, I managed to average 90 much of the time, with periodic excursions over a ton. Wheeeeeeee! Serious cross winds at times impeded progress, however.
Slab view hiding from wind - pretty much all day.
Mt. San Antonio, one of the larger free-standing mtns around here. A long dormant shield-type volcano, much the same formation as the Hawaiian islands.
Turning sixth-sense radar detector on - NOW!
The west is known for it's architectural oddities, south central Colorado being no exception. Home? Structure? - Antonito, CO.
At Rockey Farms, loaded up with 40lbs. of seed potatoes, "Purple Majesty" and "German Butterball". Here we have Sheldon Rockey, a proud potato farmer. He said that they work hard to develop the tastiest varieties. He travels far and wide as a high ranking official of a national potato trade organization, the exact name of which escapes me - pretty cool! When I said I was gonna boil and butter some up when I got home, he replied that in his view, no seasoning of any sort is necessary, including butter (!) for HIS spuds, they're that good! We shall see...
Where potatoes come from
Mount Blanca Massif - Three of Colorado's 52 peaks in excess of 14,000 feet.
A wild horse near wild horse mesa.
Made it back to relatively cop-sparse NM.
if you multiply each pound of spuds planted by ten, 40lbs. of seed equals 400lbs. of potential harvest. That's a lot of potatoes, even if your Irish! (like me)
Happy Patricks Day, everyone. Remember, don't drink green beer and ride. Better yet, don't drink green beer - yecch!
