Another Four State Day

Leaving Guyman we head south along the Santa Fe Trail.  It is good to be off the interstate. I can not get over how flat the land is; not a hill or gully, just perfectly flat. Large expanses of spent corn fields framed with aluminum irrigation equipment and dotted with black spots.  Angus, I assume. As we move through the Oklahoma pan handle and across the tip of Texas the farms change to ranches. So big and with so many cattle that the landscape looks like a sea of black, acres and acres of black livestock. With all this cowboying going on, we just couldn't leave without a new hat.  Now we are on the right track!

We travel with the fleets of tractor trailers; ten trucks for every car we see.  And trains, one right after another.  All hauling corn, hay, oil and shipping containers of every size and color. 

As we approach New Mexico the view out the window changes again.  First one butte, then a few more until the horizon is one big sandstone ridge. The flat straight strip of highway is replaced  with flowing ribbons, climbing up and sliding every new path. Snow capped mountain in the far off distance. Around Albuquerque the road sides are black with the remainders of ancient lava flows.  Amazing country, lucky to be able to enjoy the view.

Crossing the Arizona border we know that this long day on the road is close to over. Once settled into our home for the night, tt does not take too long for my travel companions to fall off to sleep.