I had never seen a desert, and at this point in the trip, I don’t know that it mattered much what the landscape was like as long as it was not Texas. I was giddy over crossing the TX-NM border because aside from Amarillo, it seemed like Texas was nothing but clusters of illogical highways surrounded by monotonous suburbs.
There was a lot of ground to cover in a short period of time so every time we were struck by a desert view Mari flew over to the shoulder, slammed on the breaks, I made a mad dash out of the car to snap photos, and then flew back into the car. By the end of the trip we had our routine down to about a minute flat. Sometimes we just skipped the pull over and I shot out of the window. I think the results were pretty decent:
On a couple rare occasions we took the time to both get out of the car and actually get in the photo:
All I wanted was to see a cactus. You know, like the kind with arms. The cartoon kind.
Not a single cactus of any kind.
Until we got to the meteor crater gift shop. These were the ONLY cacti I saw the entire drive through the desert. Lame.
Despite the cactus fail, the meteor crater was incredible.
They even had a huge chunk of the meteor out in the open for everyone to get handsy with. Cute story: One night while I was waiting with Ethan (the 9 year old with us) for a to-go dinner order I asked him what his favorite part of the trip was so far.
His response: The meteor. But you know, I wish I would have licked it.
Me too bud. Me too.
I mean this kid is brilliant. How many times in your life do you get the opportunity to lick a 100 million year old object from space? I don’t know about you but this was my one and only.
And here is the genius child:
While the desert plains, mountain ranges, and meteor craters were a nice change of pace from the familiar East coast landscape, they did not come close to being as impressive as the Grand Canyon.