Albuquerque, full of hustling people, big traffic, everyone in such a hurry. I forgot what the city is. Being in rural Cal for so long it was a wake up call.
It is interesting how the light and the landscape changed as soon as we crossed the state line.
I 40 rides along, as smooth as glass. Black top glass. The freeway looms shooting out to the horizon like long ribbons. Still no trees. No grass. This is scrub land. Stark beautiful. There are plateaus in the distance and all around. The ground here has life. The earth is different the AZ. Here it is more yellow then red. And the sunset was more orange then pink, but still the purple darkening sky.
Just seem to ride on mile after mile.
I got the impression that there may be a friendly rivalry between Arizona and New Mexico at a gas station on the NM side of the line. We were teasing the clerk about cactus juice. And he clearly and teasingly explained to us that cactus grew in AZ not in MN. And we travelers should just keep going. The exchange was pleasantly amusing.
The heater in my room makes a constant hum kind of like the sound of a jet engine. It is kind of hypnotic.
One sees all kinds of cars and trucks, and plates from all states. I remember Gram and used to name as many as we could when we would travel that part of 40 that runs through Arkansas.
I sometimes feel I am getting a little nuts hotel hoping. I will be relieved when we finally get settled.
My ideal location would be some place tranquil, but urban enough to stay busy, employed and have enough interesting material to continue to write.
Am I like Jimmy Stewart in “Grapes of Wrath” only in reverse? Really like Dorothy in “The Wizard of Oz” trying to find that place over the rainbow, and ending up about to die at the hands of the wicked witch. Gads.
Are you a good witch or a bad witch? What has that got to do with anything? OK, I’m a good witch, and I’m following which road to Kansas? Ain’t no yellow brick road here. For now I only have I 40. That black top ribbon that stretches on and on….
