It’s an early morning on the road so we have time to buy Indian trinkets at Chief Yellowhorse. Desolate sections of old 66 in this part look exactly as expected. Amid the pawn shops of Gallup, NM, we find an awesome local cafe that serves pizza and Mexican food. Albuquerque feels irritating with all of its modern conveniences and congestion. Long gone now are the red rocks of Arizona, and after passing through the Sandia Mountains, the landscape changes to the high plains. “Tucumcari Tonight!” the billboards proudly exclaim. This is our destination; more specifically, The Blue Swallow Motel, where it is perpetually 1939. After checking in, we gorge on huge helpings of chicken-friend steak and homemade pie. It appears as if Texas is leaking into this part of New Mexico.
Gallery In Pages: Route 66 Road Trip 2013