Saturday was a drive of beauty. I continued my trek westward, stopping in Guymon, Oklahoma for a roadside picnic. My progress slowed considerably as I stayed there for lunch and to update you on Friday’s activities – about three hours all told.
I did my best to make a brisk pace as I entered New Mexico. Passing storms just after the border slowed me somewhat. But I was stopped cold by the awe-inspiring views along Highway 64 from Cimarron to Taos. I could not help but drive slowly and take in the moment. I do not have the vocabulary to adequately describe how magnificent this part of New Mexico is.
After dinner in Taos, I pressed onward in hope of making more progress. Highway 64 continues through the San Juan Mountains and CarsonNational Forest. It was dark and the temperature dropped to frigid degrees as I climbed and twisted through the moon soaked mountains. Even at night it was a beautiful drive. But, unless you are a die-hard Yooper, I do not recommend attempting the drive at night. Only those hardened by years of dodging deer flying across the road, sometimes confused and running toward the road, would be able to handle the drive without ending up with a new hood ornament — and I came very close on more than one occasion. I must’ve avoided nearly fifty deer—and I think one Elk—during that drive.
My reward for the hard work was El Vado Lake State Park. In the middle of nowhere, the campground overlooks the glistening El Vado Lake and lush mesa that lie in the background. Even at night it was a grand sight. The price to pitch my tent: $10. Waking up on the cliff of El Vado lake: Priceless.
As I have driven these beautiful United States, I think about how fortunate some of us are to live in this country. Many have fought—and died—for you and I to be able to enjoy the splendor and freedom of this land. On this Memorial weekend, please take just a moment to recognize those who made that sacrifice for us.