The Epic Drive, Part 4

So in the morning, MW decided she had to do a conference seminar thing with Tall Paul (even though he had been there the previous night) and, because her computer screen died, she had to do it on my computer. I ought to have said no, her annoying on-the-phone voice drove the crazy shit out of me.

After that, we got going about noon. We took I-25 down back to Albuquerque, and then I-40 across. The sun was right in our eyes to Gallup, New Mexico. It's actually a cool town, full of train stuff and movie stuff. There's this one hotel, the El Rancho, that is the quintessential Western hotel, and chances are if a Western was being filmed in Gallup, the movie stars were in the El Rancho. They had signed photos all over the walls, going all the way back.

When we left Gallup, thankfully, the sun had gone down. We kept driving. We got to Holbrook, Arizona, which is the site of the original Wigwam motel, before it was sleepytime. But we did not stay there, it would have broken the budget. So we went to sleep after eating at a place with greasy food but fantastic cocoa.

Also, apparently, I have a large Anon following? I don't mind if you don't want to come out, but introducing yourself gets you a free drabble. [dangles the shinies] You know you want to . . .