Last night we were to spend the night in the town of Truth or Consequences in New Mexico. As you might imagine it's the type of place where you pop into the local supermarket to pick up some Jack Daniels and the checkout bag packer spends five minutes telling you what a lousy place it is. It's a town that chose to change its name from Hot Springs in 1950 as part of a publicity stunt for a radio program and despite numerous plebicites has steadfastly refused to change back and is known by locals as T or C.
We chose to take the bag packer's advise and moved on down the road to Elephant Butte. This of course elicited all kinds of jokes about signs informing us that "You are now entering Elephant Butte" and arguments about the correct way to pronounce the name. It's a fairly nice place where the largest lake in New Mexico is located.
Today has been a long day on the road and we've driven through an amazing variety of landscape on the way to the Grand Canyon in Arizona. We're really into snow country now and the kids have been very excited, with a lunch time snow fight.
I've never seen, or even imagined, desert snow and it's spectacularly beautiful. This afternoon we drove through the "painted desert" out of which a spectacular mountain range ascends from a flat desert plain that extends to the horizon. You can see it from 100 miles away and then you're suddenly in Flagstaff and you are surrounded by snow and connifer forests. That's where we are now.
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Trust the Americans to go one bigger and better! A jam buttie we all know, but an Elephant Butt(i)e?Glad you're enjoying the unaccustomed snow. Wonder if there'll be any at the Grand Canyon? Whatever the weather, it's spectacular. Hey Tiff, are your Boots Made for Walking, or just gorgeous? Keep those blog postings coming — I'm going to miss them when you're back in Sydney.
hi to all.. i'm enjoying the roadtrip posts.. say gday to mark & june when you get to CA
Hi to you all,to remind you to keep the Aussie in you clear of that American brawl... and keep yourselves warm, those exotic boots will protect the legs!
We did get the oysters off the rocks, but at Wallace Lakes, and the blue swimmer crabs were in the traps waiting for us every morning. Charles was a bit impatient at the task of gettng the meat out. It was a very short weekend.
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