After breakfast I headed off to Albuquerque. It rained on me hard for 88 solid miles. My jeans were soaked completely.
I had travelled 136 miles of long desolate highway when my engine began to sputter. I knew immediately what had happened. I had been running against the wind and uphill in a lot of spots which cut into my miles per gallon. Yep, I ran a out of gas. I was only 4 miles from the first gas station in Roswell. I pulled over, turned on the reserve switch, and off I went. When I got to the gas station I went in to prepay. An older woman came up to me and began talking very fast in Spanish. I just looked at her confused. She then said, "Your are not from around here." And then moved on to someone else. I have no idea what that was about
It quit raining before I got to Vaughn, NM. 106 miles to go. I stopped for fuel, stretches, and a few phone calls.
I ended up stopping two more times for fuel befor I got to the hotel in Albuquerque. I went to dinner at an Indian food restaurant. I can't even tell you the name of the place, but the food is very different. I had a dish that was made up of spinach and some sort of cheese. It was surprisingly good. It was a little sweet but really good. I then went into "Old Town". I stopped in a park and listened to a Mariachi band play. I really want a pair of those pants!
I was in Old Town for about an hour and a half. I'm back at the hotel now and getting ready to prepare for church! Then it's home sweet Alamogordo in a few hours!