On To Gallup

I convinced my fellow travelers to stop at Acoma Pueblo on the way to Gallup. Acoma is the oldest continually inhabited pueblo in North America (2,000 yrs). Commonly referred to as sky city it is set upon a mesa jutting up 375 ft from the valley floor. A really beautiful place to see. Since I had been there before I didn't take any pictures, sorry about that. If you are ever in this part of NM it is a must see.

We camped that night in the Cibillo National Forest, a much needed break from the KOA. A lovely relaxing evening. Pete entertained us with a flute concert. Both Native American and Celtic music. We had a huge campfire and ate brats that Maureen fixed. I must say that I was so tired from the day that I could hardly keep my eyes open. Foxy and Pete's pup, Oscar, had a high old time playing ball together. What a pair. They both needed to run off a little excess energy.

The next morning I had to leave the group and head home. Truly, I will miss them, such a lovely group of people and I enjoyed traveling with them so much. I really hated to leave. But. . . since I had to be at another Casita Rally at Cheyenne Mt. State Park on Friday, it was time to say good by.

The Fox and I drove to Shiprock then turned right and headed into Chama. I wanted to make it all the way to LaVeta but was much too tired so we stopped at a camp by the river and rested for the night. When we pulled into La Veta the next day we stopped for the mail, milk at Charlie's and took off for home. My first job when I walked in the door was to lie down and nap for 2 yrs. Then I got up to do wash and get ready to leave the next morning. Thurs night is always Taco night at Sammie's so Deb and Larry picked me up (didn't want to unhook the Casita) and we went to dinner. Wow, what a trip! Great fun and great people.

A Few Pictures

Moving on to Albuquerque

I am so tired when the day ends that I don't have much energy left to blog. Maybe I can catch up some. On the way out of Amarillo we had to stop at Cadillac Ranch. . . old cars with fins buried half-way in the ground. This is the work of Stanley Marsh who has a ranch in Amarillo and is somewhat famous for his "doings" in the '60s. The cars are located on old route 66 west. I remember when Stanley had them on his ranch and they weren't covered with graffiti, they were kinda neat then. But, it's worth the look see if you're in Amarillo.

Take a look at the Bates Motel sign. Gotta a laugh out of that. Moving on at a turtle's pace we stopped at the midway point of route 66. A great little cafe with the best pie ever, despite the ugly crust. I had pecan to go. Further down the road about 40 min we stopped for ice cream. I had pecan praline and put it on top of my pie for lunch. Oh wow, was that the best. Our group is so lay-back and friendly, we take it slow and make lots of stops for fun and photo opps. The plan is to stay on old 66 as much as possible and when we can't, get back on the freeway. I was happy to get to Albuquerque, set up camp and kick back for awhile.

Next day four of us went to old town to shop and have lunch. On the way down Route 66 we stopped and took pics of old motels and scenic spots. I have so many memories of that time in 1960 after I graduated from high school and the family took 66 to CA. A new gal joined us, Carol, from Sholow, AZ. She is my age and a solo traveler. Great gal and she drove us down to old town. We had a super New Mexican lunch in a lovely courtyard. The food was great. While we were eating another gal joined us. That made me, Carol, Gloria (Washington state), Diane (N Carolina) and Maureen (Indiana). After leaving Old Town we just had to find a Route 66 Diner and Malt shop. Oh yes, we all sat at the bar in the diner and had malts. Oh boy was mine the best.

We planned to leave Albu early the next day so we could stop at Acoma Pueblo on the way to Gallup, NM.