In western New Mexico, a few miles west of where US Highway 60 crosses the continental divide, I had a vision -- a sign. This sign came n the form of a giant bird-like creature, and it demanded I stop for pie.
This sign stands in a town that appears to be miles from nowhere -- a town named Pie Town.
I stopped at Pie-O-Neer. It turns out that the find folks in Pie Town, New Mexico, have been serving up pie to travelers for nearly 100 years.
Our bellies filled with pie, we happily resumed our journey east.
This sign stands in a town that appears to be miles from nowhere -- a town named Pie Town.
I stopped at Pie-O-Neer. It turns out that the find folks in Pie Town, New Mexico, have been serving up pie to travelers for nearly 100 years.
Try the blueberry.
Our bellies filled with pie, we happily resumed our journey east.