Today’s drive was without mishap, although we did encounter some weather, but there was nothing severe. I started off in shorts and a t-shirt. While leaving Amarillo, our motel was only a few miles from the iconic Cadillac Ranch, where some crazy Texan had plowed ten Cadillacs nose first into the dirt. Taggers have been working on them ever since. In some places the spray paint is so deep that it has taken on a form on its own. I posed for a token tag, but Anne was not willing to deface any art, even if she did get this great picture of it. When we crossed into New Mexico, I ended up in big boy pants and fleece,

We made it to Santa Fe. The last few miles on I-40 were a pain, too many trucks and too many rolling hills, needing the trucks to be passed and then causing the trucks to pass us. Also, there was too much rain and at the very end some very bad pavement. After yesterday’s happenstance this was the most concerning aspect of it all. This was all alleviated when we took the turnoff for Santa Fe.

Our hotel, the La Fonda, is one of the few remaining Harvey Hotels still in operation, though not still operated as a Harvey. It sits kitty-corner to the Plaza, the historic center of town and fronts on the old Santa Fe Trail. After check-in We explored the vicinity. The museums were closed today, so we concentrated on the art galleries, of which there were too many to see, at least in my opinion. We pretty much closed them and then we scored a table at one of the hotter restaurants nearby, the Shed. Tomorrow, is not a travel day, let’s call it an art day.