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Flood Zone…Again!
It’s strange to drive on I-29 and be the only car, going either direction. Period. It’s like a scene from a movie.
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I’m stopped for the night at the famous El Rancho Hotel & Motel in Gallup, NM right on Route 66. That’s Leroy...he checked me in. Each room is named after a movie star...I’m in the William Bendix room. ... I’ve never heard of him either.
It’s strange to drive on I-29 and be the only car, going either direction. Period. It’s like a scene from a movie.
It doesn’t take much to get me off the Interstate. I’ll take U.S. or State Highways any day. County roads are even better.
I stopped along the back roads I was taking home in a little ghost of a town named Prescott. I let Biggie stretch her legs while I had a cigar and enjoyed the quiet of the neglected baseball Diamond on the edge of town. As we sat there, I watched a young father giving his toddler a ride on his motorcycle. Around the block he went...then again....