4/8/10, Vaughn, NM - Today, we trekked through a remote land. Until we were almost at the town of Vaughn, we didnít even pass a road or driveway, leading to a ranch house. For about 15 miles, there was nothing but the road and the range.
Traffic was light on this section of the road, with less than a dozen vehicles per hour. In spite of this, several vehicles stopped to take pictures, and I chatted with folks from a couple of others.
There were a lot of up and down hills, which made it a challenging pull. I was glad I had my go-getters, Doc and Bill hitched up. Otherwise, we would have made it to Vaughn a lot later in the day.
Topping a last rise before stopping to eat lunch, I had a pleasant surprise. To the northwest, I had a very clear view of the snow capped mountains that lie west of Santa Fe. Like the pioneers of yesteryear, I still have several days of travel before I reach the shining mountains. I can easily imagine their frustration at thinking they are almost in the cool mountains, only to find they are still days and weeks away. Since they were only making less than 10 miles a day, on wagons pulled by oxen, it must have seemed like they never would get there.