Tonight I am in New Mexico, in the largest city (but non-capital), Albuquerque. The car is safely in a garage so it’ll be thieves elsewhere who make off with my high-end junk collection. Today was another single state day, a rate that’s agreeable and that I don’t forecast increasing anytime soon. We were at the Grand Canyon both yesterday and again today – a fuller set of photos is up now that I (temporarily) have internet, here.
Tonight I’m crashing in a real bed at a real house with real (New Mexican) food and real functional wifi, all courtesy of Team ABQ. It’s lovely, a luxury. We musn’t allow ourselves to get used to this. Tomorrow I will retrain my constitution by sleeping on exceptionally sharp rocks with a coyote chewing on my foot. Some cat allergy issues remind me any time I spend in Austin is going to have to be outside, despite anticipated nighttime temperatures in the low 120s.
Song of the day, A Life of Arctic Sounds from Modest Mouse. Eleven hundreds miles is too far inside a car indeed. So far I’ve driven 1269.3. I’ve reached the end of the road with my chief map reader and “this exit now!!” advisor and Google calculates it’ll be another 1089 before I pick up the second-stringer. That’s gonna make for a long and silent couple of days. Feel free to break up the monotony with myriad text messages. With any luck tomorrow will find me in West Texas, so I probably won’t receive them though.
Orange.