New Mexico

New Mexico is beautiful.
It’s different to every other part of the USA that we have visited. There is a very strong Mexican and Native American influence on the culture and way of life.

The scenery is breathtaking. The colours of the desert soil and rocks change through the day.
The Sandia Mountains rise behind Albuquerque, creating a dramatic backdrop to the life of the people who love there. At sunset they turn a dramatic pinkish-red colour, for which they are named: “sandia” translates to “watermelon”.
We went up into the Sandias in the late afternoon and looked out over Albuquerque, the desert around it, and the volcanoes in the distance. We would have loved a chance to visit those lava fields, but our time was too limited.
As the city lights began to flick on and the dusk deepened, I could clearly see Route 66 passing right through town.

The people of New Mexico are very friendly and engaging. They love to stop and talk. They smile a lot. They love to be helpful and are very welcoming to visitors.

My first visit here has been very special. This place has touched me in quite a powerful and almost spiritual way, which I had not expected.
I am not sure whether I have fallen a little bit in love, or whether I’ve enjoyed a beautiful flirtation.
Either way, I am leaving with some delightful memories which I am sure will make me smile for many years to come.

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Roadtripping #12

We have spent the day travelling from Mount Wolf/York, PA, through part of Maryland and into West Virginia. We’re heading for a KOA just north of Charleston.
From what I have seen so far, West Virginia consists largely of mountain ranges, valleys, and trees. There are also some enormous potholes in the roads. I’m not so fond of those.
This opinion is based on two hours of driving through the state.

The scenery is pretty enough, with trees sprouting new leaves and some blossom trees – vibrant purple, pink or white – along the roadside. There are some postcard-worthy villages nestled on hillsides, each with a church or two prominently positioned in the middle of each.

Even so, I am fairly certain that John Denver saw a different part of the state than me, or he was here at a different time of year, when he sang, “Almost heaven, West Virginia…” in his timeless classic, ‘Country Roads’. He was definitely more enthusiastic than me.