Quick Trek To Albuquerque

Above, the Great American Diner at Dancing Eagle Casino. Photo by Armand Vaquer.

About 45 minutes ago, I got back home from a quick trip to Albuquerque to go to Supercuts.

I was "slightly" overdue to get a haircut. I was going to go there next week, but my haircutter, Michelle, will be on vacation next week. So it was either yesterday or today for me to go.

Well, since we had winter weather coming through New Mexico yesterday, which would make driving hazardous, today was the day. So I went.

I left the house around 6:00 this morning and after a stop for fuel at the Flying J ($2.449/gallon), I got on the road. Daybreak would come within the hour, but while it was still dark, Interstate 40 was icy in spots and winds were blowing snow across the highway. It wasn't exactly ideal driving conditions.

Above, a view of I-40 from the Great American Diner. Photo by Armand Vaquer.

I made it to Dancing Eagle Casino near Acoma and decided to have breakfast there. I enjoyed my time at the Great American Diner in the casino as they were playing some classic Santana and The Doors music. Besides me, there was only one other diner in the restaurant. Must be due to the weather.

I ordered their huevos rancheros.

While sitting in the restaurant, I noticed the sky was getting brighter and the clouds were very much broken up. I was hoping that the road conditions were be better for driving since the sun was out. Sure enough, the sun melted the ice and the Interstate 40 was relatively dry.

Above, the huevos rancheros at the Great American Diner. Photo by Armand Vaquer.

I got to Supercuts about 10 minutes after they opened and only had to wait about 10 more minutes before Michelle was ready for me.

After I was done there, I decided to head back home as I wanted to reach the post office before they close at 1:00 at the Flying J.

Along the way, about 30 miles west of Albuquerque, I spotted a black Nissan Altima with California plates and, most importantly, an E Clampus Vitus license plate frame. Unfortunately, the driver was going over 80 mph (the state maximum speed limit is 75) and trucks and other cars got in the way, so I couldn't catch up and give him the "secret sign" of ECV.

There was snow on the ground all the way to Albuquerque, but I noticed that the most snow on the ground was at Jamestown. Aren't we lucky?

I managed to reach the Flying J shortly after noon, so I was able to get my mail. So, I'll just relax at home for the rest of the day as my trek was "mission accomplished".