This morning, we said goodbye to Gallup, a wonderful town, and one where learned a lot about the Native population of the US, this area in particular. the El Rancho was a highlight and ladies who worked there, it was a treat.
We drove into town for coffee at the donut shot and got some tasty treats to go and headed out on the highway towards Acoma. It was a beautiful drive and when we saw the Sky City exit sign, we hopped off the road and onto a tiny road and 18 miles later we pulled into the Acoma Visitor center which was completely empty and apparently closed. Two wonder Natives were out doing yard work and they waved and said, the center is closed today. and we're like what about the pueblo, and they said that's closed too. SHIT. well this was our one or maybe two setback of the entire trip, so we decided not to let this get us down. We took a couple picts of the Pueblo high on the mesa, almost hit a couple cows that were straggling in the road and headed off to Albequerque.
this highway, this highway, highway 40 throw Arizona/New Mexico, has had the highest truck density I have ever seen in my life. It's fucking crazy how many trucks are on this road. and the speed limit is 75 and none of them go that fast. go figure.
we drove into Albequerque and I decided to do a little Breaking Bad site location detour. I mean, who doesn't love Breaking Bad, and the whole thing was shot here, including Better Call Saul, which I also loved.
First stop was the Car Wash(still a car wash), Second Stop of Saul's office(now a sports bar) and around the corner was Waler Whites house (still a house but now surrended by a fence, multiple cameras and signs saying NO TRESPESSASING) it was a fucking hoot.
After Albequereque we headed to Sana Fe, our last stop on the trip.
We arrived in Santa Fe very early, too early to check in, but needed a bite to eat, so we stopped a lovely little Greek place near our hotel, Yammas it was called, and got a little something something, and it was absolutely delicious.
i suggested we walk around check out the town. JW however suggest Bandolier National Park, a mere hour a way, which she visited years ago and thought it was swell, so we looped through town and headed into the hills towards Los Alamos and it was fanstico. Turning onto the drive towards the park, we zigzagged down into the canyon and came out into a parking lot full of cars.
The hike through the canyon was spectacular, and we were mostly by ourselves, which is how we like it. we bypassed the first set of ruins and headed to the longhouse, where a couple were busy filming themselves going up and down the ladder.
we headed past them and down on a silent trail that ran alongside the river that had at tone time cut this canyon into shape. all of the interesting honey colm rock was from a nearby volcano, which made it super porous and full of holes. we arrived at the end of the trail and found a pueblo site perched 140 feet straight up. JW decided i should make this journey alone, and she watched as i climbed ladders and stairs until i was very high above her. i was a great view, but the cave itself was empty. i was a little unenthused, and severely out of breath.
i climbed back down as three people arrived and asked me if it was worth the trek. i said sure, go for it. as we walked away i kept straining to hear a scream as one of them fell into the ravine below.
we got back to the original pueblo ruins in the walls of the canyon and it was super cool, though the reall neat one was blocked off cause some asshat had vandalized it.
we made our way out of the canyong and back to our car, noticing some incredibly dark clouds off into the distance. it was foreboding, but as we drove out of the canyon, it was all for naught.
the drive back to town was a little more interested because it was 5 oclock and a shitton of cars appears on the road in front of us, and we jockeyed with them all on the way out of Los Alamos and further to the highway and then eventually into town itself. fun times.
my only necessary stop on this trip was Joes Tequilla bar, which was part of an old adobe hotel on the east side of town. after finding a place to park, we entered and sat at the bar, and the bartender was a super cool dude who set us up with the most expensive tequillas they had. we orders one flight of 4 good tequillas and would up leaving with 7 under our bag for the same price. it was magical moment and we drove very slowly back to our hotel.
after freshening up, we headed a few blocks away to Rowely Farmhouse Ale for dinner and drinks. I mistook the farmhouse ales for a lovely farmhouse ale. what this in fact meant was all of their beers were sours, and i am not a fan. i however did not discover this until after i ordered a flight of all 6 of there beers. now, let me start off saying, a saison, or a farmhouse beer, can be a very lovely thick beer full of flavor, i'm not an idiot. and the food this place had, was out of this world. top notch, they could survive as a restaraunt, not problem. the beer however, all sours and i just can't emphisis this, that i don't like them.
we made friends with the staff, and talked about our day before heading back to the hotel, where i found out that my reading glasses were broken, which is why i'm now writing this at home, the next day.
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