Day seven, Over the Great Divide

Day seven started with partly cloudy skies in Farmington, New Mexico. On our way to Albuquerque, we traveled over the high desert of New Mexico. How high is high? High enough for snow.

 This is me at the Continental Divide. I threw a snowball at Cindy, but fortunately for me, I missed.


Albuquerque  is much bigger than I thought it was, over 430,000 people. It has the distinction of having the hardest spelling of any American city. We visited the Old Town section of Albuquerque because Evan wanted to visit a Rattlesnake Museum in Old Town.

 This church was built in 1793. That is considered old by some people. 


We were hungry when we got to Old Town. A couple of tourists recommended the Church Street Cafe, which was around the corner from this church. It looked like a hole in the wall kind of restaurant, but was actually much bigger inside.

 The inside of the Church Street Cafe. This is only one dining room. There were actually plenty of customers, a sign of good food. And yes, the New Mexican dishes we ordered were great.

 Another picture of the catholic church in Old Town.

 The proprietor of the Rattlesnake Museum has a thing about snakes. He has several dozen species of live rattlesnakes on display. Apparently, he also collects snaky license plates.  Put these plates on an old jalopy, and you can SNAKE, RATTLE, AND ROLL.


Speaking of old jalopies, someone took ten old cadillacs, and half planted them in the ground near Amarillo, Texas.

This was actually a long driving day. Seven hours, 45 minutes of driving time and 468 miles. We are currently in Amarillo, Texas and we are about half-way across the country.


The day was even longer for Evan. We played the Words of Doom again. Cindy picked "mom" as her word. Poor Evan got caught saying "mom" about twenty times. Not to worry though, tomorrow Evan is picking "Evan" as his word.