The Jeremy Fish Chronicles - Part 3
We cross into Arizona shortly after completely losing power-steering, and decide to point it to Phoenix where we’ll have better prospects of finding some out dated parts, and a mechanic willing to do the work on short notice. Big Mike gets to take a well deserved rest in a sleepy neighborhood, while we sort out our plans for getting things together for the following day. We meet up with an old friend, Cody Young(cousin to Steve Young, and a decendant from ‘ol Brother Brigham). He’s working as an over the road trucker, drummer, handyman, and skinny creep. We’re able to catch him in Phoenix as he’s passing through, hoping to pick up a load in the morning. We set out on foot, since Mike is not making good turns without causing serious back injury. Even though we think it’s a good idea, Cody declines cruising town in an 18-wheeler. Another forgettable meal passes, and we settle in for drinks and total domination of the juke box at a neighborhood biker bar. Many beers, and countless laughs later we retire to our sleeping bags, while Cody climbs into the sleeper cab. Morning arrives too early and after several phone calls we locate our parts, and make our way across town. An hour later we’re back on the highway, power steering intact. We make a stop in Tucson for what becomes the first of many outstanding meals, courtesy of the book Road Food - Part 3 Gus Balon’s is an old-timey cafe, located on the forgotten side of town. We shrug off the funny looks from people no less than 20 years our elder, and take part in the long tradition of their famous breakfast sandwich(hint: order exactly what the book tells you to). The rest of Arizona passes by without incident, and we cross into New Mexico. Night rolls in, and we take up digs at Rock Hound State Park for the evening. The next morning, we roll into Las Cruces for some incredible breakfast burritos at Nellie’s The only way to have ‘em is with the green and red chile sauces combined(known as Christmas style), and we’re bursting at the seams as we approach Juarez, and El Paso. We decide to make a stop in El Paso, in search of saddle blankets and huarache sandals. We are nearly convinced by some locals to cross over into Mexico on foot, but I quickly remind Jeremy that we don’t want to be added to the death toll from the border wars that have been raging in recent years. We score some amazing rugs, colorful sarapes, and a juarongo drape/large cowboy hat combo in the interest of blending in with the locals. What follows(besides a border check-point)is the dullest 36 hours of the trip thus far. There is almost literally nothing in west Texas, with the exception of an occasional gas stop, and uncleared road kill for the counting. We take in some chicken-fried steaks, skate a ditch, and yearn for the lights of civilization. Outside Sonora, we decide to take a detour onto a country two lane that will take us directly across to Austin, rather than dipping down to San Antonio. This turns out to be a wise choice as there is an instant greening and general change of scenery as the hills now roll by. We stop off in historic Fredericksburg, and take in the scene. This is where Admiral Nimitz was born, and home of the National Museum Of The Pacific War. We stick to the outdoor memorials and displays, before moving downtown to check out the tourist shops, and boutiques geared to the traveling affluent. We manage to pass on some more goofy hats, and matching leather fanny packs(Jeremy still regrets this decision). We continue to make track through hill country, finally arriving in Austin to Michael Sieben’s home. It’s a Wednesday, and our bowling night back home so we get a few frames in walking distance from Michael’s house. Now it’s back to work, producing a poster with the nice folks at The Decoder Ring Design Concern Saturday, 3/13 will be the Austin opening at OK Mountain Gallery and also make sure to check out our amazing host, Michael Sieben’s work as well .
-James “Jimi” Changa















