Sorry I couldn't get to you guys earlier today, but we were driving though the desert pretty much all day. We started out in the Hampton Inn in Roswell. We woke up and went downstairs and had cereal and apple juice for breakfast. Then we hit the road. When we drove through Albuquerque we sang the "Traditional" Thanksgiving song, "Albuquerque is a Turkey."
(Sing to "Oh my darling Clementine")
Albuquerque is a turkey,
And he's feathered, and he's fine.
He's my Albuquerque Turkey,
And he's absolutely mine.
He's the best pet you can get yet,
Better than a dog or cat,
He's my Albuquerque Turkey,
And I'm awfully proud of that.
The first three pictures were of mountians in the middle of New Mexico, and the last three are of Bloomfield. I thought it was a neat little town. While we were in New Mexico, we decided to stop by the Aztec Ruins that were there. However, though the name "Aztec Ruins" might imply that they were built by Aztecs, they were named incorrectly by the Spanish and were actually built by the Pueblo Indians. I got a little picture happy, so I'm just going to put in a couple of pictures rather than the hundreds that I took. I apologize for the weird lighting in some of them but I just adore the lighting in the second one. The last one is a map of the ruins.
Finally we made it to Colorado. Photo by Abby Jackson.
We ended up in a little city called Moab, Utah. We stopped at the hotel, dropped off our stuff and walked down the street for dinner. Let me just say, "La Hacienda" in Moab, Utah was not the greatest Mexican food I'd ever had. However, Abby and I did enjoy a good game of squares.
In order for you to get a true understsanding of what this city is all about, let me just say it rocks. No, literally, it rocks. This is the view from the hotel room. The shadow is the hotel itself.
-Sarah Jackson
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