Blue Moon but no Margaritas!

McGraw’s cantina sits on a hill overlooking Pantano wash not far from Rincon East as the crow flies in fact you can probably see it, if you remember to look.

After dinner on the terrace we sat for a while enjoying the view over the wash, the desert and the mountains.

A cheeky little roadrunner who apparently likes french fries was running around, but it turned it's little beak up at mine which were liberally doused in malt vinegar.

As my DB quite enjoys the draft Blue Moon at McGraw’s there were no margaritas for me this evening and I actually got to drive BT home! Amazing! I still haven’t recovered from the shock!

Have fun, we are!