I, my new wife and daughter, then 4 1/2, arrived from Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio in the summer of '76. Since then i'd driven west and back enough to recognize nearly every view and certainly every campsite of which there are only two or three.
Laguna Pueblo sits perched on a hill overlooking the Rio San Jose - which actually had some water in it. Once an idyllic setting, interstate 40 now lends its presence, a testament to technological superiority.
Nearing Laguna
In the '90s there was a food truck at Laguna that had the best mutton burritos, a delicacy i never chanced upon in either Chicago or San Francisco. Now Laguna touts their burger; it's a White man's food. I've yet to try it.
There's something special about sitting and watching the world go by outside your window while you're on the move.
ReplyDeleteHaving driven I-40 innumerable times, i recognized almost all. It was strange being on the edge of Gallup as sunset was coming on. As as camper, i know you can relate to the feeling of needing to find camp b4 dark. What was strange was having a destination - i often didn't decide on camp until i found it - and that i was going to be inside.
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