I'm in Clovis this weekend, visiting the parental units. For Mother's Day (which we celebrated on Saturday, as we are a people whose holiday preferences include crowd avoidance), Mom wanted to drive up into the hills and have lunch at Humphrey Station. (I am perplexed by the site to which I'm pointing you, which is an apparent indicator that Humphrey's is for sale -- anybody got $775,000? -- despite no indication of that in person.)
Ever been there? When we drove up, there were a few dozen Harleys parked out front, and while we were eating, a party of what I can only assume to be middle-aged cowgirls strode past our table...wearing actual spurs. Good blackberry cobbler, too. It's worth a visit.
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