Las Vegas to Santa Fe To Albuquerque

            As we headed out from Las Vegas (New Mexico) we found Route 66 and headed toward the big flat mountain.  This was the type of road we have come to expect and to love; quiet, two lane, and scenic.  The mega road of US 40 was usually not too far away but as long as it was out of sight, we were happy.

            We stopped at a very old and very small church.  It was off the main road and a little isolated.  Looking at it we could imagine what is must have been like when it was built.  No cars, no Route 66, and plenty of horses.  In the small, dry cemetery next to the church we saw one of the best tombstones we have ever seen in this country.  I have seen monuments that show people soaring to heaven on wings of angels or held by graceful birds but this has to be a first in heavenly transportation.

            We were told our next hotel was very historic and older than The Palace in Las Vegas (New Mexico).  I really like staying in old places but maybe we pushed this one too far.

            The view was magnificent; the old wagon trail was visible.  We could follow that in the next trip maybe…or maybe not.

            The place may have been old, but the view was worth it.  I felt I could spend the afternoon on our balcony, cold adult beverage in hand, dreaming of times past and looking over the land below.  We were shown to our room but it didn’t have a balcony, or a window, or even a real door.

            It is time for me to step in and correct Bubba.  These are not pictures of our hotel.  They are pictures from the Pecos National Monument.  This is an old pueblo that has the remains of the adobe church and a few of the original buildings including this kiva.

            We rolled into old Santa Fe and stopped off to see the Saint Francis de Assisi Cathedral.  This building was built around 1870 replacing an older adobe structure that was built around 1714 that replaced another church built around 1626. 

            In front and a little to one side is a maze that is patterned off the one in Chartres Cathedral in France.

            I don’t know why we have to travel anyplace else.  We are at a Spanish Cathedral named after an Italian Saint that has a French maze.  A European tour right here in the Southwest United States.

            We all know Franciscan monks like a simple life of poverty and selflessness.  They devote their lives to helping others and rejecting personal pleasures.

     They are not known as party people, except maybe for brother happy feet.

            From Santa Fe we headed to Albuquerque.  We stopped off for a hamburger at this joint.  They had great credit terms; you could pay Tuesday for a hamburger today.

            I’ll bet all you UK people thought Wimpy’s was started in your country.

            While in Albuquerque, we came across this building.  It was designed and the parts were built before it was assembled.  When they got to the location they found they made the building too long so they had to squeeze it together a little.  Some of the floors got bent up just a little bit.

            When I got out of bed the next morning, I was drowsy.  My vision was a tiny bit blurred but I thought I could see a lot of confetti in the air outside. 

            I drank a cup or ten of coffee and looked again.  It wasn’t confetti.  Of course it wasn’t.  It was plain for all to see, the sky was filled with colorful light bulbs.

And off to my left you can even see a giant flying jug.  I closed my eyes and looked again and, sure enough, the view did change.

I’m starting to not like what happens when you stay in a big city.  It must be time to hit the road again.

First Taste of Desert

            Bubba has made it as far as New Mexico and has been warned that the road is hard to find and in very poor shape.  There is always the option of a newer piece or he could even hit the freeway, but we have to give the old stuff a chance first.

            If we were going to be in a bad road / desert situation we would have to top off the supplies.  First stop is to gas up the car at another ultra modern station.

            After getting gas for the car, the natural move is to do the same for us.  We stopped at this drive in and didn’t even have to get out of the car.  The wait time was a little slow but, hey, you wait for quality food, right?

            No body was home at the Home of Quality FOOD so we pressed on.  Our directions were to turn off the main two-lane at the sign painted on the rock wall and head toward the tracks.  The road bridge is next to the railroad bridge.  We located the sign which was very helpful in pointing the way.  They want to make sure you don’t get lost.

            I’m not too sure about this part of the road.  This was not the road on the TV show, well Wagon Train maybe, but not the corvette in Route 66.

            We got to the part where it crosses the stream but there was a minor problem with the bridge.  It wasn’t there anymore.

            Rick figured if we went fast enough we could drive across the railroad bridge.  He said he did it in Wingo, California all the time.  It was about a minute later that Spider vetoed that idea.

            Now I was stuck in the desert!  I didn’t like this place.  The trees are sharp!

            Water, Water!  I was parched.  I needed to find a watering hole.  Any watering hole, even a muddy brown one will do.  I lucked out and found a nice clear blue hole.



  It is blue and it is a hole and it is water.  We found a little nicer road and headed off.  I wasn’t sure where we were right then but the sign said Las Vegas was up ahead.   I heard somewhere that some of the best casinos are on the outskirts so we stopped at this place to celebrate our victory over this part of the desert.  Oooo! The glitz and glamour of Las Vegas.  Look at all that neon.

            Maybe we took a wrong turn somewhere.  The barkeep said we were still in New Mexico.  He said we were just outside of Las Vegas, New Mexico.  Actually it is not a bad little town.  We stopped off at the Plaza Hotel for a little slice of the OLD, old days.

            After we figured out exactly where we were on a spur of Route 66, we rested up.  Tomorrow we would hit Santa Fe.