|Shopping in Cerrillos|
|Bridle For Sale|
And if you're fortunate like I was, you'll meet Billy and Eugene, the self-appointed Goodwill Ambassadors of this nearly-abandoned village.
|Goodwill Ambassador Billy|
|Goodwill Ambassador Eugene|
When asked if I might snap a shot of these two brothers, Billy agreed "I reckon so for the price of a cold beer". On the other hand, Eugene really didn't seem to mind what I did as long as I'd let him finish his cigarette. Once our contractual negotiations were completed, I snapped away, while they filled me in on some of the town's history, and they should know. They were born and bred in Cerrillos and, from all indicators, have no intention of leaving. Especially when they can set up "Ambassador Central" right on the doorstep of Cerrillos' popular watering hole, Mary's Bar.
|The Infamous Mary's Bar|
|Entrance to Mary's|
But when you open the door, you're likely to find a long bar, a few stools and a white-haired lady behind the register. By the way, that's Mary. Accommodating and friendly, she looked like she could've been a grandmother. In fact, that's exactly what she is and she has a young dynamo of a grandchild who seemed only too eager to pose for pictures as he sat on the bar waiting for his school bus.
|The Precocious Grandson|
So there you have it. A quick trip to a town with surprises galore. And oddly enough, visited by a multitude of artists, photographers and history hounds wanting to experience a little bit of the "old" in New Mexico. If you ever make it to this area, bring a camera and a thirst, because there's a photo-op at every turn and Mary will have a cold one waiting for you.