Taos, Pilar, Riconada, Velarde, Española, Santa Fe, and then Duke City to pick up a visitor from Iowa. I’m heading outside now to wash the old Dodge (and ease the shock for company) before we hit the road. It’s a real Taos car now, with its busted tail-light lens and missing wheel cover. After I shovel the rocks from the carpets, it might even be safe for decent shoes.
I really hate the stinking pretense that substitutes for actual power in this heap, but it does get 30 miles per gallon, and when I’m zooming down the canyon under that huge New Mexico sky, it doesn’t matter what I’m driving. (As long as I don’t have to stop or turn or pass, that is.) The armrest is kinda nice, too, and I always like to stop for “rez gas” on the trip down to the Big A.
My mother and sister are also on the road today, heading for West Texas. Breathe deeply, boys, and let the wind blow where it will.
Related posts:
- AZ Mañana
- Birdman of Albuquerque (Video)
- Tuesday Evening
- Wild World of New Mexico
- Wildflowers & Waterfalls
Michael
