Heading east

Before we hit I-40 on Friday and finally going east (150 miles), we had the most “empty” drive of all. Vast voids of emptiness. Nothing, but sand and a few shrubs. Every now and then, there were a few “settlements” of broken down trailers and houses in the Reservation. This is the land the Indians were given by our illustrious government. What a godforsaken place. I guess I would start drinking, too. Oh, almost forgot. The route from Cortez to Gallup (491), were we hit I-40, was formerly route 666! I think they should have left it at that!

"Modern" dwellings in the Indian Rservation

Nothing - as far as you can see

The next 280 miles of highway were not better. New Mexico? Well, like Texas, nothing I need to see. 

Depressing

We had a nice dinner in the town of Tucumcari, nestled along the Mother Road, Route 66. We have made several attempts on Route 66. Well, it must have been nice. Now you can only see what it must have been like in the movies. It no longer exists. What a shame. On Saturday we drove 510 miles. A loong haul. The scenery did not change much in the beginning. More of nothing before it changed into farmland. Farmland that was not green, but dried out grass. And of course we saw more of some really big stuff.

Guess where that is - right, in Texas

I thought I finally would see some free roaming cattle. So much land and they are confined.

The biggest cross in the western hemisphere, just a few miles west of.....

....Pampa.

The pic is blurry, unfortunately.  I still had to post it. Pampa, what a fitting word. We have this word in Germany and it means: out in the boonies. Honestly! So, it really fits right in here.

Almost dark. We have lost an hour on our way to Gore, OK. Beautiful RV Park near Tenkiller Park.  Oklahoma! A place I already love. We got tons of information about this place. But more of this later.

Ta-ta