So our last update was a little while ago now and that was
actually posted a fair while after it all happened too. We have been a bit
rubbish with the blog updates since Texas and that is for a pretty good reason
– we’ve been far too busy enjoying ourselves! As I’m actually writing this, the
trip is very nearly at an end and we’re 8 days away from getting ourselves to
Vegas and jetting back to the UK. There have been some unexpected twists in the
plot but unfortunately you’re probably going to have to wait to read about
those because we have some serious catching up to do. So with this update, I’m
actually going to go back around 3 weeks ago, which will be interesting to try
and remember what we were doing but I’ll give it my best shot!
Ben’s last blog post, as you might have noticed, was very
much rodeo themed and this is where I pick up. We left the rodeo that night and
headed to a Walmart on the outskirts of Fort Worth where we had two intentions
– firstly to buy ourselves some grub as we were absolutely Hank Marvin
(starving!) and secondly so we could use it as a cheeky place to crash. Now I
think this was actually our first time crashing out in a Walmart car park and
we were a little nervous because they had a fairly strong security presence
with a car patrolling the parking lot and some sort of observation tower with ‘Fort
Worth Police’ or something similar written on the side. Our friend Jon had told
us that Walmart didn’t mind people staying in their car parks in RVs and the
like so we were about to put it to the test. We found a couple of quiet spaces
away from the store and started to convert the ‘burb into a camper while Matt
had the luxury of not having too much gear and his mattress would always remain
laid out. I should explain here, in case anyone else is confused that Matt is
my brother who’s out here in America for a cheeky little four week roadtrip of
his own and he was convoying with us across this stretch before we split off to
go to California. A little nervous, we bedded down for the night and slept
reasonably well before getting up relatively early and hitting the western
shops yet again. I had to return a shirt I’d bought because the sleeve was
damaged and Ben and Matt wanted to buy more cowboy accessories... (ha). Matt
also wanted to get a US sim card for his phone so we stopped by T-Mobile too
along with Ben trying to see if it were possible to get his laptop fixed. Unfortunately
that ended up taking up quite a chunk of our day so it was mid afternoon by the
time we heading north with the next goal to hit the next state of Oklahoma. We
didn’t have a huge reason to go there and in fact probably the main one was
that we wanted to colour in that state on the map because it was literally the
only one we hadn’t done in the southern US. With that, we checked out the map
and spotted a wildlife preserve next to a lake somewhere near Wichita Falls and
thought it would be an ideal opportunity to see some more beautiful
countryside. We ploughed on a good few hours and it was rather dark when we
arrived so finding where we were supposed to go proved interesting! The main
campsite was closed so we took off in search of a picnic area we knew to be
nearby but got lost again. Eventually Ben lead us up into a trailhead parking
area slap bang on the shores of a big lake. We couldn’t see much of it that
night but we had a good feeling that it would be a good view in the morning. The
trusty (and rusty) Colman grille was brought out once again and Matt and I
cooked up some grub for the three of us, making use of the larger pots we got
at the beginning of the trip so we could feed 3 hungry mouths this time! Meanwhile,
Ben prepared the ‘burb and after we’d eaten we all got in the back and killed
some time chatting, mostly about farming in the case of Ben and Matt so I
didn’t have too much to contribute on that front.
The next day was another where we were trying to get the
miles in and headed back into Texas, aiming to get trucking west on the I40 but
as some of you might know, this runs along the infamous ‘Route 66’ also known
as the ‘main street of America’. This road was crucial to the massive expansion
of the west coast and mass migration in the 20s and 30s. Now much of it doesn’t
exist anymore as it’s either fallen into
disrepair or been replaced by the I40 but there’s a good few stretches where
the I40 actually bypasses some of the old towns that grew up by the side of the
’66 and you can turn off the interstate and drive parts of this historic road. So
that’s exactly what we were doing, we trundled along the interstate and
followed the signs off the road every so often to check out what was there.
Some of the places were sad little towns with dried up gas stations long
abandoned after the interstate cut off their blood supply of passing motorists.
A few people still lived in these places and you do have to wonder why
sometimes, they all seem like little towns down on their luck and it’s actually
kind of tragic. After a day exploring Route 66 and not seeing too much, the sun
was setting and we needed a place to sleep so a browse of the shredded scraps
of map we had been handed down showed there was a rest area nearby, we took a
chance and headed on. It paid off and we came across what I could only describe
as the nicest rest area I’ve ever seen in my life, for good reason – it
actually doubled as tornado shelter so was absolutely solidly built and easily
able to cope with the storm that had just started rolling in. We got there just
in time to witness yet another beautiful sunset over the Texas panhandle. Whilst
we were taking pictures a minivan pulled into the rest area car park a couple
of spaces over from us on Quebec plates with wheels strapped to the roof
sporting some worn out tyres. We could tell when they got out they were like
us, young and broke and rocking that minivan around America, I thought about
trying to strike up conversation with them but we weren’t sure if they were
French speakers and whether they would even want to talk to us so we carried on
setting up and started on the food. By this time it was dark and the wind was
starting to get up a little, we tucked the grille in behind a wall, got cooking
and had a cheeky beer with our food. We got ourselves off to bed nice and early
but unfortunately I can’t say any of us really slept that well – the storm I
mentioned drew in and it got very cold that night, not to mention the high
winds that started battering the ‘burb and we actually getting pitched around
as the wind got underneath the car and rocked it on the suspension. It was
certainly an interesting night but by morning things had cleared up again but
it was still freezing!
That morning myself and Matt headed off to find a motel in
Amarillo while Ben wanted some alone time and went off to explore a bit more
along Route 66. That afternoon we checked in and enjoyed some hot showers to
warm us up before getting on with the important task of catching up with back
home through the medium of Facebook and the like. We ordered in another pizza
in true motel tradition and watched a bit of TV. Exciting times. The next
morning Ben went off to go return the broken keyboard he bought and get some
xmas presents sorted so Matt and I headed to Cavender’s western store once more
so he could do some more shopping. Any of you who know my brother know that he
despises clothes shopping more than anything in the world so I was slightly
taken aback at the number of times he was up for heading to these kind of establishments
and actually buying himself clothes – mum would be proud! A fairly uneventful
day involving sorting things out and shopping was once more drawing to a close so
we decided to get back onto Route 66 through Amarillo and head just out of it
to a little spot Ben had found just off the freeway. It was a large loose dirt
area and I wasted no time in borrowing Matt’s rental car to attempt some
J-turns, lots of fun. We got sensible and used Matt’s new procured Colman
grille to cook us up some sausage, mash n beans and chowed down.
Doing naughty little skids out of the dirt layby, we found
ourselves getting back on interstate 40 going west again with the aim of
getting ourselves somewhere near Santa Fe in New Mexico. We’d picked ourselves
a point on the map beforehand and were aiming towards Villanueva state park
which was conveniently located somewhere along the way to Santa Fe. Apart from visiting an awesome car museum along the way there was not
much to report along the interstate and by now we felt like we’d seen enough of
the historic Route 66 so we just ploughed on some 200 miles before turning off
to head north on a 2 lane road known only as the 3. Quickly, it began to get
very twisty and I was still riding shotgun with Matt so I used the opportunity
to grab some photos of the burb winding its way through some mountainous
terrain once more and dipping up and down huge hills along the way. It was
early evening by this point and we found our way to the park entrance after
turning off inside a very small collection of houses. We paid for our camping
and drove our way into the campsite, picking a beautiful little spot next to
the river and gave ourselves some time to relax, chill out and enjoy the view. Since
it was still relatively early, we decided to try and collect some firewood from
nearby but with very little success. Now some guy came driving by the campsite
and noticed our pathetic collection of wood and told us his brother sold some
to campers from his place not far from where we were. Before we knew it, his
brother had rocked up with a friend in their pickup with a decent sized load of
wood. After some cheeky haggling we found ourselves a little better stocked and
began starting the fire. By this point, darkness had started to creep in and I
had to crack on and get some food made up, the menu for that night was once
again some pasta and Ragu that had become a staple coupled with some turkey in
there. Meantime, the fire was going but not getting particularly hot as
although we had a lot of wood, we discovered that this stuff wasn’t too great
for fires – preferring to generate smoke than heat so we opted for the patented
Lee Treherne method of ‘More Fuel!’ and loaded a fair amount on there. That
seemed to work and we got some heat out of it at last, feeling quite glad we’d
bought what we assumed was far too much wood. That night, Ben had an early one
while Matt and I stayed up shooting the breeze and making toast over the open
fire before turning in to crash out.
That morning we woke early and it was pretty cold out so we
got the fire going again and generating a decent amount of heat by throwing
copious amounts of wood at it. The sun was just starting to make a proper
appearance over the mountains so we began the switch from wood to solar heating
and making plans to go walk a trail or two up in the mountains. We ate
breakfast by the campfire then walked to short distance over to the foot of the
El Cerro trail and began clambering our way up. Now this trail wasn’t like the
ones we had come across before in Zion, the Grand Canyon etc and was only just
visible, you had to make your way over rocks that had been stacked up into some
form of stairs and then wind your way along through the trees. When we got
nearer the top, Ben split off in search of an elusive snake that he had been
itching to photograph the whole time we were there. Unfortunately, he had
absolutely zero luck once more and joined us at the cliff edge admiring a
spectacular view. We took a bunch of photos and wandered round off piste on the
top, looking down over the valleys and unsuccessfully seeing if we could spot
any snakes before heading back via the second half of the loop to bring us back
into the campsite. Then without further ado, it was time to head along to the
state capital – Santa Fe. We wound our way back along the 3 until we hit
Interstate 25 where Ben and I needed to find ourselves some more delicious
petrol. Unfortunately, Matt decided to get alongside us at exactly the wrong
moment once again and ploughed straight past us as we turned off to a small
petrol station located exactly in the middle of nowhere. We brimmed the tank
once more and made it to Santa Fe by ourselves, pulling into a hotel car park
to work out where Matt had run off to. He’d randomly made it to the north of
the city somehow so we waited for him to join us before heading to a Motel 6
after discovering the hotel was a bit too pricey for us bums. We shacked up in
the motel and started working our way through the mountain of laundry we’d
accumulated by means of Motel 6’s laundry room. While the last load was on dry
we braved the sudden downpour of rain and nipped round the corner to get money
out and head to Olive Garden, an Italian restaurant pretty much next to the
motel. Our waitress there immediately picked up on our British accents and told
us that she will be studying abroad there next year, when we asked her where
and she said Wolverhampton Uni we laughed – that’s exactly where Matt had gone
to. Small world! We chatted at various points in the night about fun things to do in the UK,
not that we could really think of anything to suggest except seeing castles.
The following day had been set aside for exploring Santa Fe
so we set off that morning into the historic centre of the town. Piloting the
‘burb round the tight little one way streets looking for a parking garage was
certainly interesting but we got there eventually and made our way on foot into
the centre. Back when we were in Missouri, we had chatted to one of the camp
hosts, Tabitha, at a campsite we stayed. Being from New Mexico she had highly
recommended going to see Santa Fe and we were glad we took her advice because
we found ourselves in a really cool place. Despite being the state capital,
it’s not a very big place – in fact it’s roughly the 4th largest
city in New Mexico but it more than makes up for it in appearance. All of the
buildings there are in the same earth coloured render and even new ones such as
Walmarts and Motel 6s are required to fit in. Overall it creates a really
interesting appearance to the place, despite seeming a little forced at times.
We wandered round the central plaza at first and then checked out the cathedral
before picking random streets to walk up and down, taking in a cross section of
everything. All the while I was on the look-out for a Mexican blanket,
something I’d wanted to get at some point in the trip and this struck me as the
ideal place. After struggling for a while, we ended up going into a ladies’
clothes store which we mistook for a suitable candidate but they were more than
happy to point me to a corner market a few blocks away. As soon as we turned up
I spotted the exact one I wanted and exchanged some money for it. The guy
noticed our English accents though and asked us whereabouts in England we were
from, we humoured him with our usual response, fully expecting that he would
never have heard of it like everybody else. We were a little taken aback when
he asked where in Herefordshire, so I responded myself and my brother were actually
from Ludlow and even more surprised when his reply was “ah, I’ve been there – I
have some friends there that I stayed with”. It’s a very small world it appears
so my authentic Mexican blanket was actually bought from someone who’s actually
been to Ludlow, Prestiegne and the surrounding area. By then it was mission
complete and we had explored a good chunk of Santa Fe so we headed to a Walmart
to buy some supplies and decided to crash out there that night and head into
Arizona the next day.
Chris =)