In search of the continuous road trip
It wasn’t like last time when there was a gun, a hunting party, and an illuminated kill zone. This time, I got ambushed. It all started with a mesquite fire. Well, more accurately, it was a mesquite log, a few charcoal briquettes, two spent fire starters, and a bunch …
FFFZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTT! An F-15 screams overhead, followed by another. They rapidly climb, then nosedive, looping, banking, firing smoke bombs at each other in a mock dog-fight. We’re not watching some airshow. We’re in the middle of White Sands National Monument, which is in the middle of …
It’s 2.9 miles to Frenchy’s cabin via the Dog Canyon Trail … and 1,500 feet up (Frenchy used the trail to move his cattle between his summer and winter grazing fields). Lisa mentioned the elevation change when we were starting, but it took a while …
Yesterday started like many days — with a drive — but why were all those people hanging out along the railroad tracks? Curiosity got the better of us. Turns out, the last steam-powered locomotive purchased by Union Pacific was rolling through Alamogordo on its way …
Thanks to our pals at Gelato Vero for sponsoring us a drink in Taos, NM at the Adobe Bar in the Historic Taos Inn! Of course we went for the local produce: a glass of Gruet sparkling wine for me and a Santa Fe pale …
Well, we survived a blizzard, and we survived Albuquerque. Why not a haboob? In haboob terms, this one wasn’t too bad, but it was our first. We’re in the desert in New Mexico and all Paul could think about while driving was the red dot …
Given that we now have all the time in the world, I thought that we’d always be able to do all that we wanted. As I am discovering, though, time is not the only limiter. The factor that’s elbowing in now? Temperature. Last night was …
Like the Donners on their way west, we too got snowed on … but we didn’t have to resort to cannibalism. Instead, we’re shacked up at a hotel in Raton, New Mexico. Now that the snow has stopped and we can see more than a few …