This little town has been so full of surprises. Not only the sights we saw, the amazing discovery of artwork in one of the museums of my great-uncle, but the people we have met and talked with. Last night we ventured out to a restaurant called Mexico City. A home converted to a Mexican restaurant, very cute, done nicely. Only open a couple of hours a day. Food was out of this world. The owner came by to ask how our meals were and struck up a conversation with him that blew us away. A retired prison warden and also of the railroad, he and his wife opened the restaurant 9 months ago, for the second time (they owned the same restaurant years ago but sold when they moved to Pueblo due to his job). His grandson will be inducted this coming spring as the Chief of the Koshare Dancers of his scout troop, also he will be awarded the Eagle Scout honor at the same time. Very personable man. The stories he told us, we encouraged him to write a book!
Running parallel with Route 50 that our campground is located on is the BNSF Railroad (Burlington Northern Santa Fe). Trains continually moving into town, usually stopping, we think to possibly change conductors/engineers. But surprising quiet for so many trains. No whistle blowing at all. The amazing thing - sometimes we gaze out our window towards the tracks and see pieces parts of wind turbines on the train, moving to who knows where. We do know they are coming from the Vestas manufacturing plant near Pueblo. Sometimes its the blades we see, sometimes the coupling that holds the blades, sometimes the motor (gearbox).
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| The coupling where the blades go in |
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| The gearbox at top of pole, behind the blades |
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| Made by Vestas |
So much to do in this town and surrounding area. So much history. Many people we met who are native to the area are Spanish origin. Which makes sense - this was Mexican/Spanish territory until the mid 1800's, the Arkansas River was the dividing line between the US and Mexico.
Another thing we noticed about this town - there are no fast food chains here except Subway. Small Mom and Pop restaurants are the norm. And lots of Mexican food. They say winters here are only bad if you don't like cold, below 0 for days. It does snow but it doesn't last, usually melting in a day. This is considered the Plains and not the Mountains.
We move tomorrow morning to Dalhart, Texas, about 200 miles south of us. In the panhandle. And about 50 miles above Amarillo. Going to wait out the Balloon Fest going on in Albuquerque and then move to Santa Fe or Taos, not sure. We will have to drug up Buddy again in the morning with Dramamine. He gets loopy/sleepy but it isn't helping like I had hoped - no motion sickness. Dave said that just to keep him calmer hence the pill is much better for him than the constant puking that he was doing, with the pill it's little upchucking, not the full Monty. Poor thing.
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| Grace on left, Buddy right - staring at me to get me to feed them |
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Their normal afternoon sleep time, Buddy loves to be
under the covers - a true Arizona baby |
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