The worst Flying J we’ve ever experienced was the one in Amarillo, TX, on Hwy. 40. We just left there and vowed, never again. Rest rooms in disarray, pre-pay at the pumps, cramped and hard to maneuver. When we tried to get back on, there was gridlock with the semis coming in. What a mess! The only good thing was we paid $2.579 for a gallon and it’s now $2.699.

As we approach New Mexico, it’s a gradual but consistent up-hill grade. We’re at about 3,940 ft. elevation and climbing. Not only that but there’s a fierce wind, so we’re getting lousy m.p.g.

We’d like to stop and have lunch but it’s 86 degrees, and there’s not a shade tree to be seen.

…..little later….

We found a “rest area.” Consisted of three or four picnic tables. No restrooms, no trees, nothing. Had a quick bite to eat in the trailer and resumed our trip.

We’re now in New Mexico. The scenery has changed considerably. Totally different country.

We were surprised at the hills in the area of Branson, MO, but this area has flat topped mountains all around us. Temperature is 88. Elevation about 4,250 ft.

Traffic is comparatively light.

I’m hoping that in the Albuquerque area, I’ll be able to use my cell phone again to go on line. Lots to catch up on. I need to post these entries to my blog and monitor my sales site. (dulcimers.biz)