After our warm Saturday of sports, we began our journey to Red River on Sunday morning! The boys had the iPads charged, DVD players on the headrests with headphones, paper and markers, activity workbooks, and a bag full of snacks for the 9 hour drive. Two hours in . . . Beau is napping. Riding is hard!
Lincoln didn't nap a bit, and he didn't overuse the iPad or DVD player either. He often just looked out of his window and enjoyed the ride. We saw a lot of this . . .
There is no photographic evidence of tumbleweeds, but we saw a ton!!!! We also saw lots of windmill farms. At one point there was a grass fire in the median between the highway lanes. The wind had blow the fire over to our west-bound lane, so Dad darted through the grass off the highway. He was sure he could back-road us past the fire. At one point, we ended up on a private farm with lots of warning signs that they were happy to use guns on trespassers. We turned around QUICKLY! Then we ended up in a cattle farm and saw thousands of cows in a tiny field all huddled up together. After 3 dirt roads and lots of not feeling confident, we ended up back on the highway with the grass fire behind us. Adventure for sure!!! Our next milestone was a big one - New Mexico!
So here's the deal about driving in northern New Mexico to Red River . . . it's completely devoid of people. Seriously, we didn't see another car for two hours once. No gas stations, no homes, no open businesses, no sign of life at all. It was so weird! We even had a few occasions of no phones working! How could we find our way to our destination using phone maps if our phones didn't work in THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!!
Somehow, we made it to town and all rejoiced up the mountain! We checked into our condo and walked to get some dinner. The boys were so excited to share a room, and they got to watch a little movie to calm down before bedtime.
Everyone was excited about skiing the next day, and we were loving the cooler weather and view from our ski in/bottom of the mountain condo.
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