Flagstaff to Albuquerque

The first of six straight driving days, taking us the 360 miles from Flagstaff, Arizona to Albuquerque, New Mexico. What comes to mind when you think about Arizona and New Mexico? That's right - snow!!! We awoke to a light snow fall in Flagstaff and eventually ended up driving through a New Mexico that looked more like Lapland. Nobody told us about this. Christopher only packed one pair of long trousers!

After the snow had gone, it was still chilly when we visted Acoma Pueblo, a native American settlement on top of a rock, or Mesa, that has no running water or electricity, and whose people follow a mixture of native religions and the Catholocism imposed upon them by Spanish empire-builders in the 17th century. Their Mission, built in a rudimentary Spanish style, is a protected landmark. We were given a tour by the best tour guide either of us has ever had, anywhere in the world. Geraldine was simultaneously interesting, engaging, surly and dismissive. She was determined to regurgitate her rote-learned information as quickly as possible and to deal with any questions from tourists in a similar manner. This was irritating at first, but soon became hysterically funny.
We also stopped at several roadside curio sites, Fiona stands in front of the World's Largest Dreamcatcher...
..while Christopher is "standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona" where a statue has been erected and an entire wall decorated in honour of seven words in the song "Take It Easy" by The Eagles (a few more if you count the painting of the girl in a flatbed Ford).