Sidestreet
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So I finally took a week off from work and headed west on I-80 in my trusty SHO. First up, a visit to Red Rocks just west of Denver:
The rocks themselves are big-time awesome even if there isn't a concert... and the ones you see in this picture are just the little ones! Super-scenic, no doubt. Then it was southwest on US 285 thru high mountain passes... I don't think I ever saw so many evergreens... whole armies of them! If only my glasses could take pictures; on roads like that, there's nowhere to pull over for a photo op, and you need both hands on the steering wheel. Sweet, sweet mountain scenes; makes you think of "America the Beautiful", it's that good. Crossing another high mountain pass into New Mexico, lots of trees were turning gold; it was like cruising thru a forest of gold on a sunny day. Then going further south, along US 84, the mountains became mesas:
Huge solid slabs of stone, awesome stuff to behold. Then I stay a few days in Albuquerque, where I lived for six years, and the mesas become mountains again:
The classic old Route 66 is now Central Avenue there, still with a few cool spots to park and chow down:
Some big, wild sculpture, too:
And the occasional inspirational sunset:
And all just under a thousand miles away! SHO your Taurus a good time.
The rocks themselves are big-time awesome even if there isn't a concert... and the ones you see in this picture are just the little ones! Super-scenic, no doubt. Then it was southwest on US 285 thru high mountain passes... I don't think I ever saw so many evergreens... whole armies of them! If only my glasses could take pictures; on roads like that, there's nowhere to pull over for a photo op, and you need both hands on the steering wheel. Sweet, sweet mountain scenes; makes you think of "America the Beautiful", it's that good. Crossing another high mountain pass into New Mexico, lots of trees were turning gold; it was like cruising thru a forest of gold on a sunny day. Then going further south, along US 84, the mountains became mesas:
Huge solid slabs of stone, awesome stuff to behold. Then I stay a few days in Albuquerque, where I lived for six years, and the mesas become mountains again:
The classic old Route 66 is now Central Avenue there, still with a few cool spots to park and chow down:
Some big, wild sculpture, too:
And the occasional inspirational sunset:
And all just under a thousand miles away! SHO your Taurus a good time.
