Day 3 (April 28)
of this road trip!
Sleeping in our
wigwam was actually good! It was quiet at nice and made for a decent stay.
We headed out
early and would be making our way to another state – New Mexico!
We stopped by the
Petrified National Forest. We drove through windy roads, got out and took a
look, and then we were over it. It was beautiful, but it all looked the same
after a while.
We also made a
stop at the Meteor Crater. It was a bit overpriced but at that time, I just
needed to stretch my legs and use a clean restroom. If you are into this type
of thing, it is a great stop. We went to a few lookout points and took photos. You
don’t get the enormity of the crater until you look through the various telescopes
with target sites on the lower deck. That made the experience much better than
looking at a giant hole.
We also did a
quickie stop to see the Continental Divide.
We made a quick lunch
stop in Albuquerque and headed out to our final destination for the night,
Tucumcari. We booked a night at the Blue Swallow Inn.
We made it to
Tucumcari. Okay, this was getting old. This was not advertised as a ghost town
but sure looked it. At this point, I’m growing weary of Route 66, 66, old cars,
old trucks, old gas stations, worn down towns with boarded up windows and no
signs of life, and diners. Anyway…….this motel is adorable! There are murals
from the Cars movie painted in the garages. The hotel feels so old but still
quaint.
We had dinner at one of the few local choices, Del's Steak house.
Then, we headed back for some quality TV and sleep. I wouldn’t say this was my best night of sleep. I went to bed later
because I was working on the computer and uploading pictures and the wifi was
as slow as molasses. When I went to bed, I was immediately uneasy. I barely
slept. As much as I loved this gem, this find, this SO iconic motel, I would
have packed my bag and headed out of there that night if I could have. Well,
and also if New Mexico didn’t scare me so much. I was spooked and then I found
out the next day hours into our drive that Luba felt the same way.
Overall, New
Mexico felt dark and depressing. I was going to be very happy to drive out of that state. My apologies to New Mexico-ers, maybe I didn’t see the better parts
These posts are getting
as short as my tolerance for Route 66 “stuff” was. We were also getting “over”
unpacking a car every night and repacking it in the morning. Well, Luba was.
Love,
Danielle
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