We met long-time, rarely seen friends at the restaurant of a Pueblo center honoring the nineteen pueblos of New Mexico for a languid brunch. I found the architectural details quite interesting. This lighting inset with mural: fun.
And in the courtyard, a dance circle. No one was dancing when we checked, but I liked seeing the linear footstep patterns that gave clues to the patterns of the dancers’ movements.
And, while the ladies retired to the restroom, the gentlemen chatted carefully holding the leftovers. Great guys!
Then it was time to begin the eastward trek. Over the first pass, we were in rangeland again.
However, we had a few miles of colorful, rugged landscape to go.
Rugged, colorful, and stratigraphic.
And, sometimes, complete with train.
Then, by Tucumcari, we found row crops in irrigated fields. Grain?
Somehow, when westbound we did not notice how large this wind farm is in the TX panhandle. Gigantic. Operated by a division of Southern Company. [Goo-ing indicates this is the Cactus Flats facility, with 43 wind turbines.]
Very Texas to have cattle and wind plants coexisting. Jessayin: we went through TX twice on this trip, and never set foot in the state. [You can only manage that if you pick the section of TX you cross VERY carefully; we picked the panhandle.]
I was going to title this “Don Dinero,” but it didn’t fit. We saw a pawnshop with that name in ABQ; “Don Dinero” means Mr Money.