As I’m windin’ down my travels here in the Southwest, I figured it was only right to let that inner High Plains Drifter attitude of mine ride on out with me. Draped in a traditional serape, its earth-worn patterns telling stories older than the highways that cut through this desert, the look feels less like fashion and more like heritage worn on the shoulders. The wide-brim hat, the desert cactus standing guard in the background — it all ties back to a way of life shaped by sun, dust, and distance. This isn’t something you see much in today’s modern men’s style. There are no trends being chased here. Instead, it’s a reflection of the Southwest itself — a blend of vaquero grit, Indigenous artistry, and borderland tradition stitched into every thread. Out here, clothing isn’t just about appearance — it’s about place… identity… survival. And as the miles wind down behind me, I ride off carrying a little of that desert silence — and that High Plains Drifter spirit — wherever the road leads next. P.S.. I rolled my ankle earlier that day, so in order to offset the ankle swelling, I had to replace my trusted Lucchasee boots with a pair of canvas “Hey Dudes” which by the way, are really comfortable for long distance driving.

Dog owners will appreciate this one Have a Terrific Tuesday