I have traveled each of those roads. Las Cruces appeals to me with its small town atmosphere, protected by the guardian mountains on its northerly side.
Reminds me of my home before it grew into a city my inner child does not recognize.
Was and is. Tucson. As a child, Tucson was more like Las Cruces today. However, I was born in California and have spent a lot of time there—San Francisco—as my son lives there and I spent a year there during the so-called Summer of Love.
Aha. I am new to Tucson and have visited several times in the 5+ years we've been in Las Cruces. There is a lot to like about Tucson. I'm also amused that, having lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Berkeley, Seattle, Oakland, and other large urban areas, Tucson now feels like the "big city" to me.
What a wonderful story! Especially with the photos. I’ve always wanted to take a long road trip, but the only long drive we ever take is between Seattle and the Bay Area. I’ve only been to Las Cruces once when my brother was a professor at New Mexico State University in the 70s. He loved it so much and I loved it too, as I experienced it through his eyes. I imagine it now as looking exactly the same now, in that out-of-time way.
I hope you can take that road trip one of these days. But take the back roads, the “blue highways.” We took I-5 and I-10 to keep the trip shorter for Lolo.
I’ve spent a few nights in Needles on road trips and when I moved from Texas to California. I’ve been to Bullhead City but that is another story entirely.
This is awesome. Perhaps because I’ve always loved movies (or films, as they call them over here) American road trips in my mind are things of myth. The desert and the timezones and the photos: I love the story you’re telling here. More, more, please!
I am glad you made it!! Love the photos!
Me too!
Like reading your prose.
As I do yours. Thanks, d. w.
I remember it well!
Wow. Both worst and best day?
Sometimes it happens that way.
I have traveled each of those roads. Las Cruces appeals to me with its small town atmosphere, protected by the guardian mountains on its northerly side.
Reminds me of my home before it grew into a city my inner child does not recognize.
Yes, Las Cruces does have something of an out-of-time quality, and I like that. What was your hometown?
Was and is. Tucson. As a child, Tucson was more like Las Cruces today. However, I was born in California and have spent a lot of time there—San Francisco—as my son lives there and I spent a year there during the so-called Summer of Love.
Aha. I am new to Tucson and have visited several times in the 5+ years we've been in Las Cruces. There is a lot to like about Tucson. I'm also amused that, having lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Berkeley, Seattle, Oakland, and other large urban areas, Tucson now feels like the "big city" to me.
Excellent story telling.... and that journey certainly a story to tell (with photos!!)
Great story. Loved reading it again.
What a wonderful story! Especially with the photos. I’ve always wanted to take a long road trip, but the only long drive we ever take is between Seattle and the Bay Area. I’ve only been to Las Cruces once when my brother was a professor at New Mexico State University in the 70s. He loved it so much and I loved it too, as I experienced it through his eyes. I imagine it now as looking exactly the same now, in that out-of-time way.
I hope you can take that road trip one of these days. But take the back roads, the “blue highways.” We took I-5 and I-10 to keep the trip shorter for Lolo.
Id love the back roads.
I’ve spent a few nights in Needles on road trips and when I moved from Texas to California. I’ve been to Bullhead City but that is another story entirely.
A story you will perhaps share with us one day.
I just might
“No signal, no gas pumps, not another vehicle on the special super-fast shortcut road. (Needless to say, the GPS lady has been let go.)”
This gave me a good laugh (though I would have been sobbing/boiling mad if it happened to me 😳).
This is awesome. Perhaps because I’ve always loved movies (or films, as they call them over here) American road trips in my mind are things of myth. The desert and the timezones and the photos: I love the story you’re telling here. More, more, please!