Leaving the motel just after 7:00 AM Mountain Time, we stopped at the adjacent Love's station to fill the tank because fuel stations are few and far between in this part of the country. The 86 octane regular gas reminded me that we were at altitude.
The terrain here was quite flat considering we were a mile above sea level. The desert was, however, punctuated in places by buttes and mesas of what appeared to be volcanic rock. As we approached I-25, the faint Sangre De Cristo Mountains came into view and dominated the western horizon.
Sherm had a recollection that there was a Russell's Truck Stop in the area. He said it was more of a museum. We stopped at a gas station in Springer and they said it was five miles north on I-25. We were not pressed for time so, even though our path was south, we went north and found it. Unfortunately, there were more than one Russell's Truck Stop. The one he was thinking of was on I-40 near the Texas line. This one was nice but he said that one was a lot better.
Back on track, we headed south on I-25 through level high desert and past the odd rock tower. There were a few spots where water sources allowed for a few miles of trees and grasses, but most of it was arid. We spotted a few pronghorns along the way. Past Las Vegas, New Mexico (nothing like its Nevada namesake), I-25 South hooked northwest into the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and the new Santa Fe National Forest. We began our climb towards Santa Fe.
Back at the car, we decided to head back to the hotel. On the way, we had to wait while a New Mexico Railrunner Express (NMRX) commuter train went by. The equipment was colourful and looked to be in good repair.
We drove down and looked at the Mexican restaurant with the intention of having supper there later on. Then we used the GPS to find a Dairy Queen in a mall where Sandy had a Blizzard. The Santa Fe Mall looked like it was being revived. It had a large area with a carousel to attract the kids.
We were back in the room at 5:00. I worked on the books and the blog for a bit and then we went on out to have some New Mexican food. It turned out that the place was not the Taquieria, but rather El Comal Cafe two units down in the same mini-mall.
Sandy does not like Mexican food. She suffers from acid reflux and, even if she has a mild selection, does not like the texture. She decided that the Blizzard had been enough and just watched us chow down. I ordered two soft ground beef tacos which came with a lot of things I had not expected but was all very good. Sherm had some monstrous concoction and brought some of it back to the room for breakfast tomorrow.
Back at the hotel, we hooked up the trailer and went to the room. Our blog was now four days behind so I worked steadily until I managed to complete the Boscobel Saturday hi jinks post. The photos go up every day but the words are real work. Then it was off to bed with my Kindle and, soon after, off to sleep.
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