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sailorzeoNew Mexico. Snow.
Trip is delayed yet again.
I-40 is closed.
Now that I've gotten the haiku out of my system: Tucumcari and the surrounding area got hit with that storm. I-40 is closed from the TX state line to about 60 miles west of us. If we were in just a car, not the 14' truck with car trailer, we'd find some side roads, alternate routes, whatever. But, the beast is not agile, and it consumes gasoline like water, so we wait.
We found this out not from the television (Weather Channel is so focused on Denver), nor from the radio (usual morning chatter), but by getting to the onramp and finding everyone just...sitting there. Idling. An orange barrel blocked the entrance to the freeway. We sat there for about half an hour before I got the phone out, and despite being roaming, called my Dad back in NY to see if he could hop on the computer and find out if 40 was closesd. He'd just heard something on TWC, so tried to get online and find out for sure how much was closed. He couldn't find it, so we drove a bit, found a non-blocked onramp...and made it to the next exit before being directed back off the freeway. Found ourselves driving past the motel we'd just left. Grr. Turn around, sat in line for a while, then decided, "Well, check-out's not techincally until 11, so, let's see if we can get back into the room." We could, as evidenced by the fact that I'm online typing this.
It's now about 45 minutes until checkout, and according to the NMDoT site, 40's still closed. We'll give it a little longer; if it's still closed in 20 or 25 minutes, we may be spending the night here.
What's really annoying? We're both in SANDALS, and our heavier shoes and socks are all packed around the middle of the truck. So we really have to watch our steps, make sure we don't step into snowdrifts or really cold puddles. If we'd had closed shoes and socks readily available, another night wouldn't be so bad. There are some interesting looking places around the motel, but I'm not walking through snow in flip-flops.
Trip is delayed yet again.
I-40 is closed.
Now that I've gotten the haiku out of my system: Tucumcari and the surrounding area got hit with that storm. I-40 is closed from the TX state line to about 60 miles west of us. If we were in just a car, not the 14' truck with car trailer, we'd find some side roads, alternate routes, whatever. But, the beast is not agile, and it consumes gasoline like water, so we wait.
We found this out not from the television (Weather Channel is so focused on Denver), nor from the radio (usual morning chatter), but by getting to the onramp and finding everyone just...sitting there. Idling. An orange barrel blocked the entrance to the freeway. We sat there for about half an hour before I got the phone out, and despite being roaming, called my Dad back in NY to see if he could hop on the computer and find out if 40 was closesd. He'd just heard something on TWC, so tried to get online and find out for sure how much was closed. He couldn't find it, so we drove a bit, found a non-blocked onramp...and made it to the next exit before being directed back off the freeway. Found ourselves driving past the motel we'd just left. Grr. Turn around, sat in line for a while, then decided, "Well, check-out's not techincally until 11, so, let's see if we can get back into the room." We could, as evidenced by the fact that I'm online typing this.
It's now about 45 minutes until checkout, and according to the NMDoT site, 40's still closed. We'll give it a little longer; if it's still closed in 20 or 25 minutes, we may be spending the night here.
What's really annoying? We're both in SANDALS, and our heavier shoes and socks are all packed around the middle of the truck. So we really have to watch our steps, make sure we don't step into snowdrifts or really cold puddles. If we'd had closed shoes and socks readily available, another night wouldn't be so bad. There are some interesting looking places around the motel, but I'm not walking through snow in flip-flops.
