|The sky speaks.|
All is magic in the Land of Enchantment. The many desert shrubs, trees, cactus and flowers are in bloom.
|Clouds rise here as nowhere.|
He saw my bus. "My father has an old car in India," he tells me. "How old?" I ask. "A 1936 Ford. He only drives it a few miles now and then, then cleans and polishes it. It is almost like new."
The third night I'm at a Walmart in Arkansas, appropriately. The fourth at a KOA campground in Oklahoma. Only $21 (no tax) and nice facilities.
|Travel Centers of America, Santa Rosa, NM.|
Coffee in the morning though was a depressing $1.61 for a small cup.
By dawn's morning light the diesels began cranking and the 18-wheel behemoths one by one began rolling on to resume criss-crossing America.
|Trucks at truck stops come in all colors.|
I-40 from Santa Rosa to Albuquerque is 114 miles of gentle ups and downs and opening vistas in all directions. The last 20 miles or so is a downhill slide into the basin that houses Albuquerque where I-25 bisects the state east and west just as I-40 does north and south.
The sun came out as I turned left and headed south.
By evening I was in Elephant Butte Lake State Park overlooking sapphire blue water reflecting clear New Mexico sky.
|The marina at Elephant Butte Lake State Park in sapphire blue water.|