On my previous post I wrote about the old hotel we stayed in in Clayton, New Mexico. It was there the little old desk clerk suggested we deviate from our normal route to Colorado.
The road ahead looks mostly like this. A few cattle and some Panhorn Antelope.The first time I saw the antelope I thought the farmer was raising antelope but not so, they are all wild. Always reminds me of the song my Dad liked to sing where the main verse went like this:Oh give me a home where the Buffalo roam where deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day…
Roughly this is our usual route.(looks a bit like a snake). Up through the Texas panhandle, across the corner of New Mexico and into Colorado, and I can tell you it is pretty boring until you cross into Colorado.
So this is where we left the main highway in New Mexico. The circle is around Clayton where we spent the night. So a few miles west she told us to turn north at the little town of Des Moines and head toward Folsom.