My husband is an hour away from me in this photo. This was taken on US 70 at the Arizona-New Mexico State Line. I’m standing in Mountain Standard Time, he is standing in Mountain Daylight Time.
Fun and Games Dept
New.
Our new Starbucks opened today. Our favorite location closed two weeks ago so they could move into this new location. It is large and bright and nice and quite enjoyable.
We’re Back!
Our webhosting company has completed the account migration activity and things are working quite well in our new server space. There’s one extension that needs to be reinstalled, and until that’s done some photos might appear sideways. You can tell which photos are uploaded directly from my phone versus more traditional avenues; the iPhone photos may go sideways until things are fixed.
I’m happy to have the blog (and other services) here working again, and they’re working much faster across the board. We’ve been with Machighway since 2009 and despite a few bumps in the road a while back, things are good. This makes me a happy geek.
Tidier.
It was time for a change. I’ve had the big mustache for several months and quite frankly I was getting tired of having to wipe mustard and barbecue sauce out of it and waking up with mustache (mine) in my mouth. So I went to trim it. And the trim guard popped off the clippers and I took a chunk out of my mustache, right above the right side of my lip. Apparently the fates determined I needed to just go with an airline pilot style mustache again, so here we are.
If I ever get one my airplanes up over 12,500 feet I’ll have a great seal on the oxygen mask.
Traditional.
I had to cancel my flight right before take-off. The engine was running rough and I wasn’t comfortable with taking a malfunctioning airplane a mile or more off the planet. So we reported the issue to maintenance and headed to the hangar.
As a consolation prize my husband and I stopped at a local Italian restaurant here in Tucson. It felt like it was right out of 1965 but it was a delight. There were two distinct parts to the menu: the original recipes and the “third generation” recipes, added by the current generation of owners.
I opted for the original recipe Eggplant Parmesan served “Joe’s style”, which included olive oil and red pepper flakes in the sauce. Joe definitely gave the sauce a kick and it was still quite enjoyable. We brought half of our dinner home due to the huge portions.
I look over to the leftovers.
Comfort.
There are some days where I just want to shut out the world and mindlessly watch videos on the Internet. YouTube suggested this “Bewitched” clip from the season five episode, “Samantha’s Super Maid”. I’ve always enjoyed this particular episodes; Endora has some great zingers, including when Samantha doesn’t know how to get rid of the maid (that will cause trouble for a home frequently visited by witches). “Samantha, you’ve been living this hum drum life for too long. Simply turn the creature into a toad and throw her out back!”.
Character actress Nellie Burt (playing Amelia, the maid) reminds me a bit of Grandma Country. Perhaps some of the facial expressions or mannerisms ring a memory or two for me.
White Sands.
After leaving Roswell yesterday morning I made my way south along US 70 towards Interstate 10. This brought me through the White Sands Missile Range and nearby White Sands National Monument, which apparently was renamed White Sands National Park during the Trump administration. I don’t know what the difference is between the two designations but some signs said “National Park” while others said “National Monument”.
I had a really fun time in the desert heat on the white sand. I didn’t stay outside for too long because I was worried about becoming sunburned, but I climbed a couple of the dunes and snapped some photos.
Roswell, New Mexico.
I ended up spending last night in Roswell, New Mexico. My husband and I stopped here for lunch when we first drove to Tucson in February 2021 to see the house before we signed on the dotted line.
A friendly cat welcomed me to the hotel with an air of feline disinterest. He gave me a few warm blinks in my direction but I didn’t want to disturb him from his place in the shade as it was well over 100ºF at the time.
I walked around the downtown area in an attempt to get my daily dose of steps in. I tried to make it later in the day so I wouldn’t die in the desert heat but I was still quite sweaty after all was said and done.
I’ve never seen power lines suspended over an alley or city street in the manner, but it was a common theme in Roswell.
I did notice a new sidewalk area in front of a local church but it didn’t seem particularly friendly for those with additional accessibility needs.
Dinner at a place called Peppers was good. I sat alone in a booth in the lounge area and the server didn’t make it awkward. That can sometimes happen when one dines alone but this was a good experience.
Route 66.
My intention was to drive across New Mexico and a portion of Arizona on old US Route 66, at least where the road was still viable and hadn’t been completely replaced by Interstate 40.
After taking a detour to grab a bit to eat in Adrian, Texas (and one last pass up on the plains before descending into the desert on my way home), I joined the Mother Road at the Texas-New Mexico line at the ghost town of Glenrio. But not before seeing this sign in Adrian.
The way the signs were counting down the mileage to Adrian I had visions of a fairly sizable town. It turns out it’s not that big, and I ended up eating lunch at a Quik-Stop type place where they charge for beverage refills from the fountain. I had some chicken nuggets. The ranch on the side was free.
I did find portions of the US Route 66 in Glenrio, a ghost town on the state line, and it was pretty much as one would expect.
I had to hop on Interstate 40 for a bit but then found old 66 again about 20 miles east of Tucumcari. There were hints of it once being a four-lane highway, but it’s two lane now and the scenery was fairly pleasant. I was delighted to see this billboard along I-40 with the classic Holiday Inn logo before the hotel chain went as bland as possible with their marketing.
Earl and I had spent the night in Tucumcari, New Mexico almost two decades ago and I found the restaurant where we enjoyed a meal. It was still open. I did not remember the rest of the buildings along old 66 being so dilapidated. When we’d travel old US 66 in Illinois the local towns made some effort to restore many of the buildings to a pleasant looking façade reminiscent of the glory days of the Mother Road, but Tucumcari is not as lucky apparently and there were a lot of abandoned buildings and skeletons of business signs. I did get a shot of a sign that looked mildly interesting. Notice the buildings in the background; they are quite sad.
As I mentioned in an earlier blog entry this week, many of the small towns of the Heartland seem forgotten, probably by those that see all this area as “flyover country”. This part of the United States deserves more attention from the rest of the country.
After becoming bored with old Route 66 I decided to turn south at Santa Rosa and instead go to Roswell, taking the “southern route” for the final leg of my journey. There’s a lot of open desert.
Panhandle.
I drove from Liberal, Kansas to Clayton, New Mexico via the Oklahoma panhandle today. It’s a rural area of the country but still quite interesting, at least to me.
Continuing the theme of exploration, I took a look at the few towns I passed through. Some of them are quite forgotten. This makes me a little sad.
It’s interesting to see what was that became what no longer is. I wonder what the folks still living in these areas do for fun. The theatre in this village has obviously closed.
This appears to have been someone’s home at one point. I wonder how long this property has been abandoned.
