But I didn't see her, although I waited by her truck for at least a half hour!
Anyone who doesn't get this should email one of their grandkids,as significant generational separation from this icon of American music is the only excuse!
I have never really spent time in New Mexico before, having just flown in and out of ABQ airport. It rivals parts of Utah for its buttes and mesas. Lots of Navajo, and I took a brief detour up into some of the place of the Dineh (if I recall my Tony Hillerman books correctly.) Maybe it is just this southern part, but it is nowhere near as arid as I had pictured. It is big and desolate though. Next trip I am going to get up to Shiprock and the Four Corners and some of the places that are cornerstones of the tribal holdings. It is purty though:
Tomorrow will be a long run as rick and I (he is due in from Salt Lake sometime tonight) will take off for Texas and thence into Louisiana on the following day. This sure is a big, wide open country. I forget how much plain old Space there is out here! And the goods we move around! I -40 must parallel one of the main freight routes, because the trains are non-stop and reach from engine to horizon. I saw one today and I swear it looked like some enterprising soul had figured that the overpasses would allow the freights to pull 1 and 2/3 containers in a stack! Was this an optical illusion? So anyway, today was my day for singing train songs as I rolled along. Someday I'm gonna have to get me speakers I can hear on the road. For right now, all I got is me and the high lonesome.
Many years ago I had a tour of the Navajo and adjacent areas by small aircraft. We landed in Tuba City for awhile, too.
ReplyDeleteWINSLOW! Nice. I just had to sing the song to Amanda to demonstrate that you weren't crazy. . . or that I am also crazy. Not sure which.
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