Monday, March 22

Today

...we jumped in the car, sort of early-ish and started driving.  We went west, then south, then west some more and came across the little phenom known as the VLA (or Very Large Array).  To say this was fascinating is like calling Big Bird yellow.  Well, duh!  Upon our arrival we discovered our little, faithful red camera won't focus.  So, we have no pictures of the VLA.  But you can find it here.  We walked around, our mouths open, and wondered what it be like if one of those giant things suddenly moved.  And then one did!  It was swell.

...we went south some more, kinda curving around.  We drove through many, many mountains on curving, twisting roads that ride the edges.  It was amazing.  We split off on a random side road and found Cooney's Tomb.  We wondered what it would be like to discover a gold/silver mine.  We fantasized about buying property right next to the stream and digging through the rich earth.  The camera was still broken, but you can visit Cooney's Tomb yourself right here.

...we hopped back on the main road for about 2 minutes and saw a sign for Mogollon (Mo-gee-own, we say) Ghost Town.  We had to drive there, no doubt.  So up, up, up we went and Uncle Scott was scared to look over the edge.  There is something basic about clinging to the side of a one lane road as you wind your way up thousands of feet.  A thrill, one might call it.  It gets your heart beating and your pupils dilating.  The little town is AH-may-zing.  Capital A.  We stopped and talked to a local.  He was working in his garden: rubber boots, a big silver watch that I could almost read the numbers on from my car, and a shaggy white beard.  He was kind, and full of facts.  About twelve people live nestled between the hills, he told us.  We were amazed - and then he said that once there were 7,000 people - people behind every nook and cranny.  And we must have looked like we were catching flies in our open mouths.  Back up the hill we went, and down again to the main road.  Uncle Scott stopped sweating eventually.  I wish I had pictures to share.  We snapped a few with Eric's handy cell-phone, we'll see how they turn out.  Until then, you can visit Mogollon too, just click.

...we followed the road a while, finally finding Silver City.  It wasn't that interesting but it was already late in the day so we just grabbed some food and left.  Perhaps if we had more time, I'd have better things to say.

...we went east and south a bit, another winding road through mountains that were now very dark.  We began to wonder if maybe we were stuck in a time warp, driving in circles through the trees.  We saw a mining pit, a herd of deer, a bat flew by, a giant steer was sleeping next to the road under a tree.  We took hair-pin turns and laughed a lot about needing to find a restroom NOW.  Eventually we dropped down out of the mountains, all in one piece.

...we jumped on Interstate 25 and Scott drove fast (but legally) through the night.  We made it home and it was already tomorrow - or maybe it's still today.

(p.s.) I accidentally deleted 2 comments cause I'm a dork like that

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