“For Purple Mountains Majesties” (Katharine Lee/Samuel Ward)
May 12, 2016
This morning we left Kingman, AZ feeling happy that in only
a few miles we would be leaving I-40, and interstate travel for a long time. We
nearly always go west on I-40 and we are so glad to get to Albuquerque. It
seems like the end of the first phase of the trip and a jumping off place for
adventures to come. There are also lots of things to see and do in the area and
we often stop over for a few days, as we did this time.
We used our first commercial campground, Enchanted Trails,
which is next door to Camping World. It is a pleasant place and we were very
comfortable. At 8 am on Tuesday we dropped the TT at CW for the needed
refrigerator repairs. After a huge and leisurely
breakfast at Wecks’, we headed to Old Town for some sightseeing and
shopping. Lunch was at an outdoor café
in the Plaza where one of the Amauta groups was playing Andean music. It was so beautiful we were inspired to
dance. (One of the advantages of being Old People is that you can dance
anywhere). Later we took the truck to have the window repaired.
Repaired and refreshed we left Albuquerque on Wednesday and
headed west again. The light was like glass and the mountains were outlined in
deep violet. We were inspired to sing “Oh Beautiful” (but only in the truck). We had an easy day with no wind
and stayed at another commercial CG, Blake Ranch, near Kingman. Another little desert oasis where owners have
tried to provide an agreeable experience for RV-ers.
Today was long with lots of road construction and
significant traffic in Las Vegas. We were rewarded with stunning views of
snow-covered mountains and the amazing colors of the buttes, mesa’s, and rock
cuts along the highway. We stopped at Mina, NV because it was the last CG with
water & electricity available before reaching Reno and we were exhausted.
Post Script: We learned yesterday that my son Stephen, a
Ranger at Ochlockonee River State Park (FL,) was responsible for saving the
life of a teenager and his grandmother.
The boy (a non-swimmer) had ventured too far into the river and was
being swept away by the current. His grandmother (also a non-swimmer) was trying
to go after him. Fortunately Stephen was nearby when others started calling for
help.
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