Another rerun of our trip, this time leaving Albuquerque. Our tour of the Sandia Mountains on the way out yielded a great look at this high dome that hints at a giant squat figure.
Tucumcari on Route 66 has an interesting mesa to go with the interesting stories I found on the town’s wiki (click the name at the start of this sentence).
Rivers in that area are both rare and unusual, carving splashes of color & life across the vast desert.
300 miles further along Route 66 a sometimes creek near the little town of Shamrock, TX gave us another view of water for a thirsty land.
The wiki for this town tells about the Irish immigrant who named it, and I like looking at this arid scene imagining how far from the emerald isle Mr. Nickel felt. What moves people to yearn for their childhood and the green hills of home? Even though we enjoyed the varieties of human and geological terrain we saw on this trip, we still felt an occasional pull from our hometown.
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