The views from Fort Collins to Albuquerque were NOT as picturesque as Montana and Wyoming, to put it mildly. It was 400 miles of straight road. Very straight. It got to be a joke. Oh my gosh, grab the camera, look at how straight the road is. I have about twenty-five photos just like the one above and below.
It got to the point that we were noticing if the color of the road changed. Hence the photo above with a black road.
And then there was the half and half road. The excitement was trying to outrun the oncoming rain storm. We didn't. But it wasn't as bad as those gully washers in Texas that cause you to pull over and surrrender.
THIS was the plant life we saw. Not much. Scrub bushes I call them. Who knows what they really were? I don't really care. I was hankering for the oak trees of Texas by this time.
We did make it to Albuquerque and plans for Day 5 were to make it to Fort Stockton, Texas. Blessed be Texas. I could hardly wait. Little did I know that the terrain south of Albuquerque is more desolate. Watch tomorrow for more scintillating photos...........of almost nothing. Ha.