Next we stopped at the famous ghost town of Glenrio, which is half in Texas and half in New Mexico. The photos say all there is to say about the effects of the interstates on so many little towns in the U.S. The next stop was even more telling I suppose, Tucumcari. The town is now famous for so many relic motels, cafes and curio shops, some of which still operate with the trade of Route 66 junkies, and some are even in the process of renovation. I have provided photos of two, Teepee Curios, and the Blue Swallow Motel - complete with a 58 Chevy.
After Tucumcari, came Santa Rose, also fighting to stay alive, with some success. Beyond that, almost all of 66 is under I-40 until Albuquerque, where Route 66 is the main street through the city.
We had a great day, and missed one big rain storm as we approached Albuquerque. Safely in the motel, we will be having my birthday dinner with my cousin.
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