Ann (part owner of the Thai restaurant where we ate last night, Thai Cafe) had invited Ava and me to her private 3 year anniversary celebration at Thai Cafe today from 9:30 to 11:3o. After we broke camp, we drove into town where I dropped Ava off and went to look for a parking space large enough for Silver (my truck) with a pop-up attached. Good luck!
This is Old Santa Fe Trail (also Route 66 in some parts)
First of all let me say this about that. There is very little parking in Old Santa Fe, the streets are very narrow and parking scarce. It’s like New Orleans that way. Finding street parking is because the “parking Gods” are with you or there’s bad weather! I understand they’re building parking decks but that doesn’t accommodate tourists in RV’s or with any kind of truck/camper setup.
I proceeded to drive around and around. The good news is that Ava and I had walked most of the area of Old Town that I was in the night before looking for just the right place to eat (she won’t eat Mexican and I won’t eat Indian so we settled on Thai). Fortuitously, I ended up at the Visitors Center where I found an area marked “RV parking only”. Silver plus the pop-up certainly qualified as an “RV” so I parked there while I went into the Visitors Center to tell them what I was doing and why.
The woman at the Visitors Center put so many red markings of unsatisfactory places of where to go on the Old Town map that I was totally confused by the time I was leaving that I pulled the “I’m a writer” card. I told her I was going to write about the parking issue in my next blog. She told me I could keep my car where it was for a couple of hours. So there it is; but there’s more!
I also told the woman at the Visitors Center that I was glad to have experienced “dog friendly” merchants in Old Town the night before. She indicated the “dog friendly” part didn’t extend to any other facilities. Great. Now I realize that I won’t be able to take experience the two places I came to see: Georgia O’Keefe Museum or San Miguel because Ava was busy and I had nowhere to leave Montana. Oh well. I’ll just have to come back when everyone else is at home (like the middle of the night) and when it’s not 100 degrees (like October) so I can leave Montana in the car and do it all.
San Miguel from the outside :={
They were repairing San Miguel with adobe bricks to match the ones used in 1610.
adobe bricks
Another church I’ll come back to see is Loretto Chapel.
Loretto Chapel
There are at least a million little shops in the old area of Santa Fe selling traditional southwestern items for exorbitant prices.
Lots of shops selling everything southwestern
and…
rugs, baskets, turquoise jewelry, silver bracelets, etc.
None of the goods for sale were anything I could possibly afford. A young man who was selling his art in one of the squares encouraged me to come look closer at his paintings. I said, “Thank you but I can’t afford any of it.” His retort was, “I haven’t told you any prices.” To which I replied, “When you’re on Social Security and Congress only voted themselves a raise and not you, and you’re 2000 miles from home, you can’t afford it no matter how much it is.” True dat!
Because Ava needs to get to Atlanta, we decided to skip Albuquerque. Mostly, it was me because I was going to have to come back to Santa Fe when the weather gets cooler (a lot cooler) to see what I missed. I’ll enjoy Albuquerque then. And, as for Ava, she’ll come back on her own as she’s in love with Santa Fe.
San Miguel from the outside :={
So much for the Santa Fe part and now for the I-40 afternoon!
The first part of my trip was cold, snowy and windy until I got right outside of Las Vegas. Then, it was just windy for about two weeks until right before I left. Then it got baking hot with only some wind. When I was in Utah and Colorado, the weather was kinda’ hot during the day but nice and crisp at night.
That’s all gone now that we’ve left the mountainous regions and headed south for Santa Fe. There? It was HOT! Thank goodness there was enough of a cool breeze last night to keep the temperature in the pop-up fairly nice. I think that’s over. I think the Vegas weather pattern is following me 2000 miles to home. Mom said it was 91 degrees in Atlanta today.
We made it to Amarillo, Texas to camp for the night and it’s HOT! We’re going to do the Trucker Dew routine tomorrow to get as close Memphis as possible without killing each other. Trucker Dew, you ask? Well, you must be a newby. Last year when I was driving back from Vegas, I got hyped up on Mountain Dew and only ate Slim Jims with a side of cheese and drove for 36 hours to get home. I stopped only at truck stops to nap for a few hours before hitting the Dew again. That’s what I call pedal to the metal, trucker style.
Object of the game is to get to Maryville, Tennessee by early Friday afternoon to see my sister and her family and get into cooler weather!
Happy Trails!
from a Friend 