Tucumcari and Route 66

 Perhaps this photo exemplifies the lure of Tucumcari, Route 66, and RV travel for me.  I want to be Betty Boop....tee hee!  And this little RV is about the size for me and the canines.  Speaking of canines, here they are in the Sun and Sand Restaurant  (https://www.facebook.com/SunSandRestaurant), just down Rte. 66 from Betty's abode.

One per carrying case, otherwise they fight, really, really fight.  I didn't try to conceal the cases as I entered the Sun and Sand, not that I could have, but neither staff nor customers cared that I was probably violating health codes....unlike another place east of the Mississippi which had evicted me because some customer had complained.  The staff was sympathetic; they'd rather have evicted the complainer and let me stay.   New Mexico seems to be a bit more mellow than Mississippi......just saying.

While I would occasionally catch a glimpse of Marty Milner and George Maharis driving insouciantly in their dashing Corvette, it was just out of the corner of my eye, and I never did catch up with them.  I did see a number of places they might have stayed, including

this wonderful, now delapidated, closed old motel. I'd much rather stay here than in a cookie cooker Days Inn or Ramada.  Of course, I do stay in KOAs..... 

And as with folks everywhere, Tucumcarians are not reluctant to provide evidence of their political proclivities.

Not mine of course, but clever nonetheless.  Now I'm off to Albuquerque!

Westward Ho!

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Given the photo, the astute reader may surmise that I am in Texas, and you would indeed be correct.  The KOA at which I reside this evening offers free limo service to the  Free If You Can Eat It 72 Ounce Hunk of Dead Moo.   (http://bigtexan.com/72oz-steak-rules/)

No longer an eater of Dead Moo, I passed and ate my humble sandwich at a picnic table in a lovely, cool breeze. 

Last night was also a KOA night.  A KOA is a bit like Olive Garden or Reno's Roadhouse:  Nothing fancy, but you know pretty much what you'll get.  Clean bathrooms, flat sites, swimming pool, dog area, play ground, friendly (sometimes too much so at the end of a long drive) hosts, with sites a bit closer than I'd like but not too close that I get claustrophobic.  After all, I'm not backpacking in the wilderness as I did in my stronger-backed younger days.

I'm on night 3 of the 1600 mile trek from Columbia to Albuquerque.  I could have done it in 3 days rather than 4, but the last time I did that, I utterly exhausted myself.  And why rush?  It isn't as if I have to get back to work.  Tee Hee......

Unfortunately, I have only one key with me, although I will have another made in Albuquerque. 

Why???

It has been hot hot hot, and humidity to go along, and that has presented a real problem.  With the car windows even cracked, the temperature inside would reach over 100 degrees within a very, very few minutes.  Wide enough open so  they wouldn't die, Abbey would be out like a shot, trailing me to my location.  That has meant that  I cannot leave the canines in the car long enough to go to the bathroom.....
And with that to puzzle you, I'm off to bed.