We left Durango on the Trail of the Ancients, heading south
again into New Mexico. As we left the Rockies, we headed down into the deserts
of the South West. It was very windy, and the gusts sent tumbleweeds racing
across the highway and blew clouds of sandy red dust up.
We drove for most of the day through the Navajo Nation, and
passing through Shiprock there was a state fair of some sort setting up. Lots
of tents, roadside food vans and stalls and of course, the carnival rides under
construction. As we drove out of town there was a large contingent of horse
riders (maybe 50) cantering along the roadside with the lead rider carrying a
big American Flag. The horses were typical wild west, buckskins, appaloosas,
paints and the occasional solid coloured chestnut or bay.
We were slowed down considerably by road works. The sign
said that the construction was to cost over $7M.
We saw a roadside chain gang – minus the chains, but wearing
ridiculous looking bright orange and white striped jumpsuits.
At Gallup we turned onto Route 66 heading toward
Albuquerque. We crossed the continental divide and followed the train lines
into Grant. The trains out here are really loooooonnnngggg. We have a nice-ish
RV Park, but sadly it’s smack between the highway and the train lines…
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