The Petroglyphs
here's the hiking trails
local hint offered- walk the main trail both directions. according to the local Pueblo tribe's lore, the glyphs only appear to whom and when they want to.
here's the hiking trails
local hint offered- walk the main trail both directions. according to the local Pueblo tribe's lore, the glyphs only appear to whom and when they want to.
Jean's friend is turning 70 this January. She lives in Albuquerque. ROAD TRIP. Miller Road Rules apply: avoid limited access highways and national chain restaurants.
We drop the doggies at Miss Judy's in Martinsburg on Thursday December 30th with the intent of a long day in the car to get to Cincinnati, well just east of Cincinnati. The motel choice was iffy at best. No real breakfast but there is a Frisch's across the main drag. Dinner at a local eatery which was awesome. We have reservations in St Louis for New Years Eve at the very swanky Clayton Park Plaza Hotel and dinner reservations about a block away.
But first, we trek across the middle of Indiana and Illinois hitting some fairly interesting sites, like Paulhenge, Mellencamp Plaza as well as the future Birthplace of Captain Katherine Janeway and some other stuff before we get in sight of the Arch.
New Years Day was a gloomy day; gray, rainy with the weather guessers stating the temps were going to drop all day bottoming out in the low teens overnight. As such, we tried to stick with the bigger roads diving off onto Historic Route 66 on occasion. 66 is a trove of Americana.
The temps quickly fell from the mid 30's to the low 20's with some light showers; just enough to stick to the windscreen and make a mess and not enough to be actual snow. Then the wind kicked up. Brutal bone chilling with gusts upwards of 50 mph. You could feel the cold air radiating through the motel room door frame. Don't stick your tongue to that, even on a double dog dare.
Again, due to the overnight precip and temp in the low teens, we stuck to the big roads trekking along old 66 for miles at a time, even the snow covered stretches.
Sunday night is Pampa, TX, the home of Woodie Guthrie. Woodie was one of the first folk singers; he wrote "This land is your land"
We are in Albuquerque for the next week; visiting friends, seeing shit
First off, the Musical Road. We missed it on the way into Alburquerque. It's along eastbound old 66; looks for the surveyor's paint marks on the pavement.
A visit to Billy the Kid's grave; unfortunately, the recreated Fort Sumner was closed on our day. On the 'to visit again' list.
The World's Littlest Skyscraper in downtown Wichita Falls; twas quite a scandal in its day.