Monday, August 27, 2012

A sliver of Oklahoma, the Texas Panhandle and finally, Nuevo Mexico: The last day

As we got up early to hit the road, we all felt that this was going to be different than any of the days s far. Not because it was the shortest distance-wise, not because we would cross the greatest number of state lines since the first day, but because we would finally reach our destination, and we could finally say we drove cross-country 2200 miles in a camper.

The last few miles of Oklahoma passed pretty quickly, so the main event of the morning was crossing over into Texas:


The scenery soon underwent its own dramatic shift, becoming significantly more 'Western-y', with lots of ravines and craggy outcroppings, and not so much flatland:







Soon, just to shake things up, we decided to get off I-40 for a bit and give the old Route 66 a quick runthrough in a small town called Adrian. The signs got a lot more interesting too:





And finally, a shot of us passing through the city center of Adrian (I kid you not):


Almost immediately after getting back on the highway, everything seemed to happen at once. The last I-40 exit in Texas...


...entering Mountain Time...


...entering New Mexico...


...and coming up on the New Mexico information center!


Their sign made me even more eager to try the legendary red and green chiles as soon as possible:





After stopping and hungrily grabbing up many a tourist brochure (and chatting with a trucker from Southington, perhaps the only other New Englander for miles around), we soon ran into our first major landmark, which I later learned was Tucumari Mountain:


Technically it's a mesa, but you still would never see anything like that back east!

The land only got more 'Western-y' from then on out, outdoing Texas by a longshot. There were two brands of it though, a very mesa-laden part (very butte-ful, you might say)...






...as well as a greener part speckled with scrub brush:




That was soon over though, and then, the mountains started to come into view:










And even sooner, we were driving through said mountains (excuse the glare, I was too preoccupied with them in front of me to adjust my shot/settings):











Sadly, I was also too excited about getting to Albuquerque to snap any shots of the exit signs, the city signs, the view from I-40, or anything else. However, we did make it, which was enough of an accomplishment for the day. Neat trip, great memories, definitely a unique experience and of course lots and lots of photos (I've only used here maybe a third of what I took overall)!

Of course, the end of the road trip isn't the end of the blog! The next few posts will detail what UNM looks like and what things are like living out here, for those of you reading this who aren't out here with me (which should be most of you). So make sure to keep checking back to get a feel for what it's like living in the High Desert, with giant mountains following you everywhere on campus!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Almost There: Day the Fourth

(and buckle up, this is an extra-long and very photo-ful post!)

After a day of so many milestones, perhaps it was good that the next day would consist of the rest of Arkansas (nothing too much there), and almost all of Oklahoma (still nothing much, but prettier and slightly more exotic). However, as we were planning out our route, I discovered that if we pushed on just a little farther, we could reach Elk City, OK, and check out the National Route 66 Museum. With our goal now in hand, we hit the road! The terrain actually changed a whole lot, and become more hilly and tree-y. And there was a nuclear power plant. And a town named Toad Suck (sadly, I was too in disbelief to snap a photo of the exit sign for it).




Before noon we hit Oklahoma:






At first things didn't look at that different from western Arkansas. Then, things suddenly flattened out, and got a lot greener. Also, there were flat mountains visible in the distances at all times:






I also had to take pictures of some unique Oklahoma things like more Native American town names than Connecticut:


working oil wells casually along the highway:


malls shaped like teepees:


and Garth Brooks' hometown.


Also, the closer we got to Elk City, the more we saw windmills:






and neat-looking red dirt mounds:






Before long we were in Elk City and driving on the actual Route 66!





We made it to the museum 10 minutes before 5...and it turned out that they closed at 5, not at 7 like our guide book said. Still, we were able to get lots of great photos and pick some Route 66 memorabillia.




It had started to rain and the skies were looking foreboding. Luckily, we were very close to our stop, Elk Creek RV Park, and made it just in time before the rain (patchy as it was) started to come down.









The next day would bring Texas, New Mexico and finally...Albuquerque itself! And of course, lots more photos too, so stay tuned!