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.