"Weather" to go or stay...

Ever wonder about whether you should go traveling on a bad weather day?  We sure did this morning as we watched and listened to the TV station out of Albuquerque.  It was so windy and cold that some of the schools had delayed opening by 2 hours.  Storms were predicted in the mountains. We knew that I-25 would take us through the Sangre De Cristo Mountain range near Santa Fe.  Don decided to go.  After all, we could stay put and the weather could get even worse.

We had every type of weather today, except for tornadoes.  We were very thankful for that.  We traveled through sun, wind, rain, sleet and snow.  What more could we ask for?  It changed every hour or so. 

We started off with windy conditions between Albuqueque and Santa Fe.  In the mountains outside of Santa Fe we came across a light dusting of snow but the roads were clear.  

About an hour south of Raton, which at the Colorado/New Mexico border we could see a snowstorm on the left in the distance.  Then, the storm seemed to be on our right.  It kept changing back and forth as the interstate curved around from one direction to another.  We both wondered if we would end up driving through it.

Then, as we neared the city of Raton, and Raton Pass, we KNEW we would be driving right through it.

As we crossed over the pass into Colorado, the snow started coming down heavier.   Got through Trinidad and we thought it was all behind us.  It was sunny again.....that is....until the next set of clouds appeared. This time it was sleet.                                                                                                                                                                                           

Finally, sun and blue skies! And no wind! Yeah!  We sure had a wintry mix but I'd much rather had a mixed bouquet of flowers any day.

Getting Our Kicks on Route 66

On our first night of our summer travels, we wound up in Albuquerque at the Enchanted Trails RV Park.   It is situated right off  Interstate 40.  In the 1950's, before the Interstate took over, this was along the famous Route 66, also known as the Mother Road.

Get Your Kicks on Rt. 66!

I loved the neon sign on the window.  It reminded me of the Diving Lady neon sign on Miracle Mile in Tucson during my childhood. 

Inside was another neon sign hanging on the wall, an old Hudson from the 1950's.

Even better, behind the office was a 1953 or 1954 Hudson.  Just as sleek as an upside down bathtub!  Memories flooded back to when my parents left Illinois and traveled to Arizona in a gray 1953 Hudson, pulling an old trailer behind it.  I still recall wondering if we would make it up the hills when we were creeping along.  I think I remember covering my head while I was in the back seat with my sister!

The RV park here also has several restored old trailers that they rent out by the day or week.  They are located just behind the restored Hudson.  Towards the back end of the park is this very old trailer (or should I say vintage?), which  I bet is from the 1940's. 

 

 I found the picture below on the internet (where else?).   What a difference between 1940 and the plethora of trailers that are available on today's marketplace! I sure can't image Don and I pulling one of these behind the truck across the country.  But, then again, what will RVs look like when our grandchildren are grown up?  They will probably wonder how we "made do" with our 5th wheel without all the new technology and gadgets!