Hello Albuquerque and goodbye Tucumcari.
We made one last stop to grab some food before leaving Tucumcari.
“Hey, Charly!” I said, “Since I’m driving, will you go see if they are open? The sign says, ‘Open’, but I don’t see anyone around.”
“Sure,” she said as she leaped from the car to go check.
Pulling on the door, it was obviously locked. Charly then placed her face against the glass to get a better look inside.
“Nope,” she yelled back, “Not a soul in sight.”
She hopped back in the car and gave me the look.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s 10:30 in the morning. Do you expect them to be open for lunch already?” She said in a lecturing tone.
“Well, I’m hungry,” I retorted.
As we drove around the building to leave the parking lot, a man in a white white apron was out back throwing something in the trash. At this point I wasn’t willing to stop. My pride had been bruised and I figured I’d drive a little longer before satisfying my urge to eat.
One Last Stop
We made one last stop as we left town. What drew our attention was this cool sculpture paying homage to Route 66.
It was pretty quiet and empty, but we did find there’s a small museum inside. We wandered around, bought some drinks and snacks, and had a nice talk with the volunteer working at the desk. (A short, but well worth-it place to stop on Route 66.)
Hello Albuquerque, We Finally Meet
I had never been to New Mexico before which meant I hadn’t been to Albuquerque either. I big monument sat at the entrance to town. We stopped.
“Hey, Charly,” I said, “let’s see you immediate that monument with a pose.”
My request didn’t even phase her. She walked over it it, and struck a pose, holding it until I said I got the shot.
Lunch, Check-in and Dinner
We grabbed lunch. Nothing memorable, just some fast food, found our hotel, and then headed to a Route 66 diner for dinner.
Wherever you go on Route 66 you’ll find walls and fences decorated with Route 66 memorabilia. Anything to do with travel on Route 66 when it was a U.S. Highway gets thrown on these walls. From hubcaps of era automobiles, to advertisements and logos from businesses along Route 66 adorn walls, fences and buildings.
Before we entered the restaurant, Charly stopped and asked, “Does this light make my hair look red?”
Laughing, I replied, “Your hair IS RED.”
I deserved the sticking out of the tongue that followed.
Tomorrow we’ll see the rest of Albuquerque.