Trains
October 21, 2006
While we slept trains passed, lots of trains! Within about 24 hours over a hundred trains passed. We waved to many this morning and got whistled at. Trains were long with a normal four engines and sometimes engines in the middle or back.. It was a leisurely morning sitting and talking, remembering and dreaming. It was well after noon when we continued our drive along route 66/I40. well actually we were on the frontage road going lots slower than the trucks on I40. This area is home to the Pueblo Indians. Suddenly the soil became old lave, black and wavy. 
We approached El Malpais National Monument. The molten rock dried and crumbled in heaps of black filled the ground like plowed fields. Over time few plants have penetrated to set root, but slowly it is being covered. Roots are slowly breaking down the rock and flow. We stopped at the visitor center and explored the exhibits that tell of the volcanoes and the pioneer peoples that settled here. The ranger directed up the road about a mile to the BLM, Bureau of Land Management, free campground. There were a few others camped; we picked our spot and made dinner, played Boggle
and did up dishes. Them as the sunset we took a hike up into the rocks. The bluffs here have cap-rocks on top that over time have cracked and tumbled about. But the ridge of cap-rock is a mighty view. We walked till the pink in the sky began to turn bluish then we turned for our campsite. We watched MacArthur.
While we slept trains passed, lots of trains! Within about 24 hours over a hundred trains passed. We waved to many this morning and got whistled at. Trains were long with a normal four engines and sometimes engines in the middle or back.. It was a leisurely morning sitting and talking, remembering and dreaming. It was well after noon when we continued our drive along route 66/I40. well actually we were on the frontage road going lots slower than the trucks on I40. This area is home to the Pueblo Indians. Suddenly the soil became old lave, black and wavy. 
We approached El Malpais National Monument. The molten rock dried and crumbled in heaps of black filled the ground like plowed fields. Over time few plants have penetrated to set root, but slowly it is being covered. Roots are slowly breaking down the rock and flow. We stopped at the visitor center and explored the exhibits that tell of the volcanoes and the pioneer peoples that settled here. The ranger directed up the road about a mile to the BLM, Bureau of Land Management, free campground. There were a few others camped; we picked our spot and made dinner, played Boggle
and did up dishes. Them as the sunset we took a hike up into the rocks. The bluffs here have cap-rocks on top that over time have cracked and tumbled about. But the ridge of cap-rock is a mighty view. We walked till the pink in the sky began to turn bluish then we turned for our campsite. We watched MacArthur.
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