After leaving the Enchanted Circle Scenic Byway there was a good stretch of road that took me through northern New Mexico toward Colorado. This flat, open type of land is good for thinking. It doesn’t change at every turn and in fact lacks many turns at all, it doesn’t make you work to maneuver through it or ask much of you but to hold a reasonable speed and keep one eye out for antelope.
Below are images of US Route 64 until the point at which it meets I-25 near the New Mexico-Colorado state line.
As it turned into I-25 and I crossed into Colorado—a place I’d wanted to visit, and badly, since reading about it in elementary school—the sun slipped down too low for me to take many more images.
Funny thing about arriving somewhere at night is that you don’t yet feel you’re there. The exploration begins the next day, when the sun rises to reveal your new surroundings and if you have any youthful spirit to you at all let’s say “your new playground.” The night before is merely a series of counting freeway exits, finding a hotel, unpacking the car and falling into bed happy to be in Colorado or wherever your inner compass has taken you.
So I holed up in the town of Pueblo, weary eyed and too tired to press on to Colorado Springs, and waited in a most content way for the next day to come.