Adventure 34: Enchanted Trails RV/Albuquerque, NM/Post A

Iconic!

We left Cortez at 7 A.M. The drive  down Hwy 491 through the reservation was marked by a stunning view of Ship Rock, which at first lay shrouded in mist and later showed it's full canvas in response to the bright sunrise. At Gallup we met I-40. Truck after truck after truck after truck passed us on our otherwise uneventful drive to Albuquerque. One would think there is a fair amount of commerce being done in the nation if they simply counted fully loaded semi-trucks. To keep myself unnerved, I listened to Rush reiterate his view of what he calls  the liberal fiasco, and of course I gave Sean his fifty-three seconds as well. About three minutes of them is about as much as I can enjoy. We arrived at the the Enchanted Trails RV Park (Surely a euphemism for this desolate, though funky gravel patch). The park sits on the historic Route 66, a by gone era to be sure, but this place is vibrant and well run. After setting up, we drove into Albuquerque (@ 9 miles), stopped for another authentic mexican lunch. (Judy swears she'll not eat another burrito.), took a quick tour of Old Town, found a bike shop, and we're now planning our rides for the next three days. Albuquerque is a very bicycle friendly town with over 400 miles of dedicated riding. It will be all paved; however, the very helpful bike boy did warn me about goat heads, which he says are a constant annoyance. We'll see. Tonight we hope to see the Red Sox clinch the series so that our friend Johnny Logue can rest easy. Come on down. You don't even need your own RV. You can rent any one of these classics just like a hotel room. Flights arrive every day. We can pick you up. Can you think of a better way to spend a weekend? Just saying that life is good, especially today.

 Set up and ready. 

 Oval settee in front. Twin beds, appliances, heat, water, and sewer. A classic.

Ain't she cute! (Titled VA-KA-SHUN-ETTE) Amazing layout: dinette, galley, fully made double bed.

 Either your dad or uncle had one of these Hudson's.

 If you all came down, you could rent the whole classic complex.

 

 Queen bed; fully operational.

 Friendly couples only for this ten foot Winnebago.

 The yard even comes with plastic wild life; what says fifties better than that.

 Old Coca-Cola (bottles) cases turned into funky dioramas

 Judy savoring Flan. (Notice the empty burrito plate in the foreground. Cheerios for dinner tonight and I'll start burning off those calories tomorrow.  Promise.