Albuquerque

46 degrees at 7:30pm. I was wearing shorts and a Tshirt

 Once again too many days between writings. Once again not much to write about although I was in ABQ, hence the reason.
 Approaching the city from I25, nestled between the mountains, you begin to see the makings of a city. One of the first landmarks is a casino. Now, I know one or two people that would be thrilled at the site but I for one am not. The mountains continue to envelop the city as it begins to show itself to you while still on the highway. My stay was only a few blocks from the downtown area and route 66. The city was sleepy with little to no energy, even during the day and the infamous 66 was littered with the tragic attempts at reminders of what was. In the case of route 66 through this area, memory or postcards are the best experience. While the weather is phenomenal, little humidity makes for great exploring out of doors. The residents of said city appear to all have been neutered in region of the brain that has anything to do with kindness, compassion, and driving skills. For the first 2 days every red light was ran by at least one driver, if not more. Yes, every red light. It makes towing ones life behind you quite uneasy. I can go on for some time about the grotesque experience of Albuquerque, though there were some bright spots, namely not the people. The Sandi Peak tram was breathtaking. I choose the most beautiful night for a sunset. The museums were interesting as the area is unto itself with history of earth and man. The meals were good, albeit I have no idea what the big deal is about red or green. So, goodbye ABQ, goodbye. The best way to see the city is in your rear view mirror. As a note, I did have my truck repaired there by a very conscious garage owner, who actually charged me less than her quote.