Our overnight stay in Gallup exorcised a few demons. When we had come this way in 1989, with our kids, we had arrived in Gallup too late for a camping spot. We tried a couple hotels which were full. Finally we went to the south side of the city where we stayed in the worst motel I've ever seen. The clerk took our cash with a sour look, from a barred cage. The room itself was maybe 10 feet from the rail tracks and the windows were barred. The sheets were thin and the carpet stained. The lock on the door seemed flimsy and we slept fitfully. It was such a bad night that we didn't even try to find a motel the next night, but drove all night to stay with friends in St. Louis. We slept well in Gallup this time.
The morning landscape was beautiful with rocky mesas, red in the bright sun.
It was noon as we approached Albuquerque, but the nearest rest stop was at least two hours away.
Back on the road, we drove through the eastern plains of NM and into the Texas panhandle.
Here we also found hundreds, maybe thousands of wind turbines.
the parts for these machines. As the sun went down each turbine blinked a red light which gave the landscape the look of Christmas decorations.
We only had to drive about an hour in the dark this time, and we arrived at our hotel early enough to take a swim and soak in the hot tub.
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