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Day 138- Acoma

Day 138- Acoma

Hey hey,

We got packed up early as to avoid any hassle for camping in the RV park. Lucky for us the restaurant hadn't gone anywhere. We headed over for hot coffee and food. I worked through the directions and found a route that was not only easy, but also had enough places to stock up on supplies. 117 and 36 to Quemado, then 60 into Phoenix. Since we had stocked up on supplies the night before and because the road to Quemado would take 4 days, we figured that this would likely be our last meal at a restaurant for a while. We asked the server about the route and she said that sky-something-or-another was a little gas station right before 117. Great, it looked like our budget would get the rest it needed to recover from our hotel spending in the weeks prior.

Over to the travel center, Kira got a beanie for her head and we snagged up two fleece blankets for the freezing nights ahead. Off into the wilderness we went.

Well not exactly, first we had to walk 40 for a while. It really wasn't that bad. The shoulder was wide and we were fat and happy.

Finally we saw the Sky-Something complex, which was a suprise because we thought it would have been a little gas station. We stopped at the McDonalds for one more "last meal." Kira called home and told her mom that we may be headed into bad signal for a few days.

On the road once again, we found a frontage-ish road that would get us off of I-40. The road took us through Acoma Territory. The sign on the way in told us that we would need to follow all the tribal laws or else we would have to report to tribal court. Scary! We stepped lightly through the pueblo village, which consisted of a lot of run down thick walled brick and plaster buildings. The sidewalks were a luxury, but were unmaintained. Liquor and beer bottles lined the streets, but we were still just happy not to be on the interstate.

A man pulled over to offer a ride, but after telling him about our adventure he simply offered up a care package. Venicent jerky, Sunny Delight, hard candy, cookies, soda, and spam, we were very thankfull.

Further down the road we were stopped by a woman and a man in a white truck. They were curious about our sign and where we had been. The woman was a long distance bike rider and was able to relate rather well. She took our photo and wished us good luck.

The man with the spam stopped us again further down the road. This time he presented us with hand made arrow head necklaces, that he had not only created himself, but the necklaces had been prayed over. He told us that if we were scared that we simply needed to place the arrowhead in our mouth and that all our tension would vanish. We both were very grateful, but Kira really took a liking to the idea.

Pushing forward, we were stopped by Gary. He was a slow talking (possibly drunk) indian man who told us that we would be welcome to sleep on his property. It was not far, but that meant we would have to call it an early day. We opted out, but thanked him for the offer.

The distance biker pulled us over once again, not to long after Gary had offered up his land. She handed cash out the window and told us that the donation was for dinner. She said that she had been given food many times on her journey and wanted the same for us.

After she left, here came gary and his woman friend puttzing down the road again in there beat up pickup. They pulled over and laughed as if they had not seen us before. He said, "have we met," then he chuckled and told us that he had food for us. Turkey, ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, and donuts. It was getting late, but we still had some miles to get in, so we thanked him and pushed forward.

Sky-Something appeared in the distance and we realized that this was the small gas station that the server had mentioned and that the other sky-something was just a happen-stance rival casino. We had plenty of food and decided to camp near the station. I had hopes of coffee in the morning.

The hiding spot that we thought we had fell through when we discovered that it wasn't all the hidden. We then hit the gas station bathrooms and filled the waters, before heading onto 117.

It wasn't long before we realized that 117 was a national park of sorts. The land was checkered BLM and National Park Service land, which meant that camping would be easy. I looked up the local regulations and we seemed to be in the clear to set up where ever.

We climbed up a large rock and plopped the tent down on a patch of sand. The sky had went dark and the night revealed Grants in the distance. We had the light of the distant city and twinkle of stars to lull us comfortable. The fleece blankets added to that comfort. We snacked on the bounty that had been given to us, before finally falling asleep.

To a long wonderful day in Indian country,