Over the past half year, we've had a couple sad trips to New Mexico after the death of the bride's mother shortly after Thanksgiving last year (which is when the photo above was taken in Marathon). We made a quick trip for the funeral in December and then, in February, another trip to go through the house and get it ready to sell. Usually we fly, but we drove to give us schdeuling flexibility and the ability to haul stuff back home to Texas.
These were strange times: mourning a tragedy yet seeing family and friends we don't see enough, eating red and green chile, and admiring the everlasting beauty of New Mexico.
When we were younger (and poorer) we could make the 12-hour drive in one shot. These days, we prefer to drive halfwayish to recharge the batteries (and give our backs a break). It also allows us to enjoy the scenary along the way. On the December trip, we stopped in Van Horn to stay at Henry Trost's Hotel El Capitan.
Oatmeal with chile!
This is my old rental house when I was in college. Tiny-tiny-tiny, but cozy-cozy-cozy. Lots of good memories.
Beer (and pizza) from an old friend's place in Socorro.
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Post-funeral dinner at The Owl Bar, a favorite spot for Nancy.
La familia at the Rio Grande, a short walk from the homestead.
Heading back to Texas via Cloudcroft. Windy!
Dust storm off of White Sands.
somewhere along I-10 east of Fort Stockton
I'm fascinated by this old rest stop. It's very neoplastic and well-designed from, I'm guessing, the sixties. Sadly, it will soon be no more as TxDOT is revamping the rest areas along the highway.
Wagon wheel neoplasticism.
On our second trip, we spent the night in Carlsbad, New Mexico.
The Trinity Hotel. I fell down the stairs at the back; my knees are still a mess because of it...
Concrete scored to look like brick.
Lasagne with green chile!
We stopped in Cloudcroft to partake of Mad Jack's Central-Texas-style barbecue (fantastic!) and check on the lot. The Austin newspaper had a massive article about Mad Jack's the weekend before our trip. Dude drives back to Texas every two weeks to get wood and sausage.
One hour wait for brisket.
That's Jack. He's Mad. He gave us four brisket tips because he knew we would appreciate them (he was right!)
Rainwater-fed house being built in town.
Another friend's pizza and beer joint in Socorro!
Even Subway puts green chile on their wares!
Short trip to Q-town to speak to attorneys.
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We worked our asses off that week going through the house and celebrated completion by spending an evening at the Bosque.
Real-estate agent: "What's the roof look like?"
Early departure from Socorro required lattes in Las Cruces. Turns out this joint was started by a friend of a friend.
Best. Damn. Tortillas. Friends of ours who used to live in the area turned us on to them. Now, if we are anywhere within 100 miles of this palce, we stop to stock up.