It was the last real day in New Mexico. I hated to leave the peace and the blue skies and the red rocks. It is no secret I feel great attachment for the prairies and the plains and I guess the high desert. I’ll admit I am just looking and not facing rattlesnakes and tarantulas and varmints. Still…I am moved.
The very last of New Mexico is marked by volcanic rock and beautiful red rocks. The red speaks of Red men, red blood spilled, and coppery red sunsets. I hated to say goodbye. But we pushed into Guymon, Oklahoma for a sleep before crossing the Oklahoma panhandle. There is a Super 8 there that has a great breakfast. We filled up on bacon, (real) eggs, and biscuits and gravy at 6:00 am and hit the road.
We decided to make no stops, but drove steadily. I drove first and it was still a wee bit dark. As we drove east, we watched the rainbow of colors that announced dawn coming. When we finally saw the sun come up, the copper glow was like the bottom of a shiny Revere Ware pan! I had trouble seeing and squinting was making me sleepy as I had been awake since 4:30. So DH took the wheel.
I slept until I heard DH shouting, “LOOK, LOOK!” I opened my eyes and saw a camel on brown grass. How far east did we drive? The camel was with cattle and poor DH said he thought he was seeing the skinniest cow ever. We were only a few hours from home and it was definitely time to get off the road.