Okay - I admit it. I rode into Colorado just enough to be able to say I was in the state. My goal on this trip was to ride through seven states, and I've done it. Fourteen states down - only thirty six to go.
Last night I stayed at a motel that serves Monument Valley. Think the landscape of a Roadrunner cartoon. Spectacular. Some of the formations leaked outside the park and stayed right there waiting for me to photograph it.
On the way into New Mexico last week, somebody had stolen the welcome sign, so I had to get a shot of the New Mexico sign on the Arizona side.
I got to Bloomfield, and while gassing up, saw Blake's Lotaburger across the street. For a former New Mexican like me, who still craves green chile, a Lotaburger with cheese and green chile is heaven in the mouth. Good stuff - and the chile made my chapped lips smart a little.
At one time, US Route 550 was the most dangerous highway in the state, with the three lane road making for many head-on collisions while cars were passing. Its all four lane now.
But the spring winds of New Mexico were about. They got pretty fierce, and as I rode into Albuquerque from the north, I saw a dust storm approaching. The gusts were strong enough to make the cars and trucks slow down.
Dinner with old friends Carol and Larry, Good ol' flat enchiladas with green chile and an egg on top. Oh yum! The food was almost as good as the conversation.
Life is good.