Buckaroo Motel
Tucumcari, NM
The two lane highways that run across the US are littered with small towns that are only a few blocks in length, and whichc seemingly exist for the benefit of the few truckers that pass through. Tucumcari is a New Mexico border town that leads into Oklahoma, and like the other towns that dot the blue highways off I-40, it's littered with derelict motels. But a few survive.
I passed the Buckaroo Motel, and then pulled an illegal u-turn to take a picture. An "Open" sign hung on the door of the flourescent-lit lobby, but no one was inside. Who are the people that stay in places like the Buckaroo?

A little further down the road, I pulled over for gas and some washer fluid. As I went up to the registered, I encountered my first beef jerky dispenser. This wasn't a jar filled with Slim Jims. Oh no, this was a plexiglass cabinet, sectioned off for the different flavors of jerky that were available in what I can only describe as sheets. A pair of tongs rested on the handle. As I pulled up after taking the photograph, a man gave me the most puzzled look -- a "why is that boy taking a picture of jerky" look. You know the one.
The man in line in front of me was buying "Big Truck Trader," and was going on about how he had sold "the only 4-wheel drive station wagon in Amsterdam" that day. Then it was reminiscing about how he used to have a foreign sports car with the driver's side on the right, and how he'd have fun with the cops when they would pull him over in the rain and have to squeeze next to the guard rail to talk to him. Big Truck Trader...
I have, for the most part, not sampled the cuisine that the country has to offer. This is mostly because the majority of the country has no cuisine to offer besides McDonald's and the occasional Applebee's, which we New Yorkers don't quite consider fine dining. But Santa Fe was different -- a place of culture, and natural beauty, so I felt compelled to treat myself to something other than a #6 Super Size.
The Old House at the El Dorado Hotel is the only 4-star restaurant in New Mexico. I'm not sure who's handing out stars and what they mean, but we're programmed to think 4-stars is pretty darned good. And you know what? 4-stars is pretty darned good. While the salad left a little to be desired, the crab cakes and the sirloin were incredible. I tried in vain to peruse the dessert menu, but my stomach was about to burst. Just another bite, sir.
And then, of course, in the morning it was off to the spa. Damn those who will mock my metrosexuality, I think spas are cool, and 10,000 Waves was definitely cool. With a Japanese aethestic, the spa featured massages and baths, and accolades galore. There is something very cool about going into a therapeutic bath set in the outdoors. Ah, nature.