Albuquerque City was interesting. It wasn’t quite what I envisioned. Because of its proximity to the mountains and Colorado, I expected more of a western feel. Tucumcari was more of what I expected Albuquerque to be like.
We woke and I went downstairs for breakfast; Charly stayed in her room getting ready for the day. Too often complementary breakfasts lack the protein I want. In this case, I was pleased they had the makings for a breakfast sandwich loaded with ham, egg and sausage.
Downtown Albuquerque City
After breakfast we headed downtown Albuquerque City. I wanted to see this “Route 66 Bus Stop”. It sounded intriguing.
We finally found it. I was expecting something much older, but either way, it has a cool retro feeling anyway.
The Roarin’ 20’s (now closed, and the sign is gone) made me think…
“Hey, Charly?” I began.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Do you have something that looks like a 1920’s flapper outfit?” I asked.
“Huh? Flapper?” she asked in a confused voice.
“Yes, that’s what they called girls who dressed in a trendy fashion in the 1920’s,” I explained while pulling up a photo on my phone.
“Oh, I get it,” she said, “I have something that might work.
Charly rolled her hair and braided it and wrapped it around her head to make her hair appear shorter, and then disappeared in to the lady’s room at a local fast food joint. She emerged in a pleated skirt and sweater.
“I guess that will do. I don’t think we’re going to get any closer no planning to speak of,” I responded. “You look great.”
As we drove down I-40 in places, we had to watch for decommissioned sections of Route 66. Charly was navigating and had me pull off. Soon, we found ourselves at a dead-end. Not only was it a dead end, there were directional arrows point only in ONE direction – to the dead end.
Getting out of the car, I pointed and said, “I think we should have got on the frontage road back there.”
Charly stood there with a look on her face as if to say, “Yeah, right,” as she rolled her eyes.
Charly slipped back in to the car digging around in behind the seat.
“I’m hot. It’s hot out here in the desert,” she whined.
The next thing I knew it I felt this hot, heavy burden on my shoulders and back.
“What the heck are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m hot and thirsty and I can’t find any water in the car,” she said in an even whinier voice.
“Gosh, get off my back… literally,” I said.
“How can you stand wearing that jacket in this heat?” she asked.
“It’s actually keeping the heat from hitting my skin. It’s acting like insulation,” I explained.
“You’re nuts,” she said stomping back to the car.
I jumped back in to the car and said, “Let’s go find something cold and wet to drink. There’s a service station just across the road.
Grants New Mexico
We came to the town of Grants. The main attraction here is a Route 66 drive-through sign-shaped structure in a local park. We drove by it the first time, and had to have our GPS tell us where to go. It’s not very noticeable from the road, but we found it.
As I drove through it I heard a scraping sound on my side of the car. I immediately maneuvered the car away from the sign.
Charly jumped out as quickly as I did. I went to survey the damage, and Charly stood there with a look of shock as she said, “You scratched my baby!”
“It’s not bad. I think it is just some paint transfer from this very NARROW opening. I can rub it out and you won’t notice it.
“I’m holding you to that,” she said sternly.
“Hey, I have insurance… I think,” I said as I chuckled to let her know I was only kidding about the ‘I think’ part.