After leaving Bisbee AZ I headed North again and visited Roswell on the way to Pueblo to fish the Arkansas River on my way back to Kansas City to meet up with my friends and participate in the American Royal World Series of BBQ. Roswell was as weird as I had hoped it would be but I didn't get to see a ufo in the sky or meet an alien but I still believe.
The weekend of friendship and competition was a wonderful reunion of old friends and chance to meet new ones. I had the pleasure of meeting the guys from Smokin Yankees, a competition BBQ team from Belfast Northern Ireland, they were in the states to compete in the big Jack Daniels contest and the American Royal. Michael Connor and Stuart are good guys who make one hell of a good slab of ribs. They have been traveling the states relying on the kindness of others for their equipment, a hail Mary of an adventure that I whole heartily support. On Saturday morning I was over talking with them and was able to put the pieces together that they didn't actually have anything to eat other than BBQ. Now some of you might be thinking that what's the problem with that? I can tell you that after days of smoking meat one sort of looses an appetite for it to be eaten at every meal. My team had secured a big enough booth space that I had parked the airstream in our spot and we were using it as our kitchen and bunkhouse. I had eggs, bacon, tortillas and a couple of skillets and my Coleman cook stove handy so I just took the whole mess over and asked that they return the pan and stove at some point. On Sunday morning I was able to find a Youtube video of a Northern Ireland pipe band playing Amazing Grace so I hooked it up through my teams old school Yamaha stereo amp and blasted out our corner of the speedway for the guys from Ireland. They appreciated the gesture immensely. Neither of our teams scored very well but that's how it goes in BBQ, you never know what the judges are going to like from one event to the next.