Mile 1,448 - Old Town Albuquerque, Route 66
We did a very road trip thing along the way. We pulled over into a rusted out Stuckey’s gas station, used the canopy over a dilapidated gas pump and had a picnic. After lunch we got stuck in a Texas panhandle traffic jam. Three harvesters were trying to cross a bridge. We were the morons in a mini van from Alabama taking their picture.
We went to old town Albuquerque, a tourist trap of shops, adobe architecture, and mexican restaurants. The difference between mexican food in Birmingham and mexican food in Albuquerque is about 90 degrees of chile. Mexican food in the ‘ham is tomato based. Mexican food in the AbQ is flame based.
Apparently the name “Old Town” is apropos as some buildings in the area were built 70 years before the revolutionary war. The Catholic church in the square is 300 years old. These are the sorts of places that remind you just how young we Americans really are. Compared to the rest of the world’s cultures we are the newbies. Hopefully we are not just a flash in the pan of world history.
Unfortunately the afternoon started beautifully, but by the time we reached Nob Hill the smoke from the wildfires in Arizona rolled in. It is stifling. We are about to choke. The smoke in the air makes the moon appear red. It is very apocalyptic looking.
By the way, our fly is gone. We first noticed him missing in Stockyard City, OK. Perhaps he reached his destination. What fly wouldn’t want to live in a place full of cattle and dung? For him the road trip has ended, for us it goes on.
On to Arizona . . .