Dinner last night was a very different affair. Our manager visited the elk camp. What an experience! The elk camp is a magical little village that appears a mile past the green gate. When our manager arrived at camp a fire was blazing and hunters were warming themselves with cups of Wild Turkey and beer telling tales of past hunting expeditions. The guys at the elk camp hunt on horseback and we walked back towards the edge of camp to see the horse corral. Huge white canvas tents with a stove inside house the hunters. The tents are toasty! Warm enough inside to wear your best lingerie. Handsome and talented Josh manned a cook tent equipped with every outdoor cooking toy you could imagine. Of course there was a camp dog; a black and white jack russell terrier, too cute for words. Sitting between the hunters, our manager dinned at a long table set with tin plates and cups. The menu was a cowboy camp meal of tender brisket, baked beans, bread, apple pie and beer. So what does one wear to dinner with the hunters? Camouflage of course! Camouflage everything hats, pants, shirts, and beer cozies. It was thrilling. An evening our manager will treasure forever. Thanks to Valerie and Lee Weiss of Fishtail Ranch Chama New Mexico [http://www.fishtailranch.com/] for a great evening!
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Friday, December 10, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
FARM REPORT
Our Manager had lunch with the girls at Cowgirl. The walls are covered with cowgirls in fancy boots from the past. On the patio in the afternoon you'll see a group of players plucking banjos, violins, washboards and cowbells. All the servers wear plaid shirts, crunched up cowboy hats and denim skirts of various lengths. Its about those hats! The brims are rolled up so tight they are totally useless in the sun. The important thing is the Cowgirl statement. Everyone who visits Santa Fe stops by Cowgirl at some point during their stay. It's great when you have a craving for a fat juicy burger and some fries. The jerk chicken salad has personality as well. Trolling around town comparing margaritas is without a doubt a serious Santa Fe pastime and Cowgirl ranks right up there. They know how to make you a really good drink. When the sun goes down The Cowgirl gets funky. The bar is crowded, the band is loud and the dancing is fierce. Highly recommended by our manager who is fast becoming a Margarita maven.
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