What’s In Between

What’s In Between

“ The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between…”. Horton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth.

Why?

This is a question you may be asking. Why would I embark on a solo road trip between Cincinnati, New Mexico, Minnesota and back home? It’s not as if those destinations are close to each other. As a 61 year old women, is this really a good idea? Well, we are going to find out.

As a child, I spent a large portion of my life in the backseat of the family car on vacation. My father worked for Procter & Gamble and we moved from Seal Beach, California to St Louis to Chicago to Chesapeake, Virginia, to Lima, Ohio and then to Cincinnati. My parents loved to travel but with 3 children, and another to be born when we lived in Virginia, it would have been prohibitively expensive to fly everywhere. Plus flying was such a glamorous event back then, I don’t blame my parents for choosing a car trip over a flight where you needed to be dressed up and on your best behavior. So we drove and often camped while seeing parts of the United States. One summer it was New England, another out West, another the Midwest. Usually whatever was near by where we were living at the time. My mother was a history major so we spent one summer visiting Civil War battlefields (as an 11 year old, this was supremely boring as one field looked just like the next). Both sets of my grandparents lived in Arizona, and my cousins lived in California, so there were many road trips to visit them. I think I developed my love for reading during these trips in the back of the car. If I could get in the way back of the station wagon, that was the perfect spot. Old people will know what the way back was.

One of my favorite books in 4th grade (living in Chicago at the time), was The Phantom Tollbooth. For those unfamiliar, a young, bored boy named Milo is gifted a small tollbooth and he uses his little electric car to drive through it and to worlds beyond. The trip changes his outlook on life. As a child, I yearned to drive myself on a trip to unexplored places. Frankly, I was enamored with driving, hoping to become a bus driver when I grew up since I would be able to drive all day long.

I have traveled to many places here in the US and around the world, and each trip has changed my outlook. But I have never traveled by myself. So on March 1, 2025, I will get in my little car, drive through my little tollbooth, and see what is in between here and there. If you would like to see what it is, please follow along.

New Mexico to Utah, March 7, 2025

We packed up the cars and said goodbye to our Airbnb. 7404 Laster Ave NE was a lovely spot to spend two nights. Great location, locally owned and when there was one small mechanical issue, the owners father was there within 20 minutes to fix the issue. We headed to the Sandia Peak Aerial Tramway to take the 15 minutes tram ride to the crest of the Sandia Mountains. It is the longest aerial tram in the Americas and was the longest in the world from 1966 until it was surpassed in 2010 by the Wings of Tatev in Armenia.

Albuquerque is New Mexico’s largest city with a population of 560,273 (2023). The entire state of New Mexico has a population of 2,130,256 (2024). This explained why there is so much seemingly unpopulated land out here.

This photo shows the demarcation between the city and Native American land. The winding road is on Native American land, while all the homes are on city land.

On our way to Moab, Utah, we stopped in the little town of Cuba to have lunch at the Cuban Cafe. Our servers daughter makes the tamales that the cafe serves so of course we had to order those. After we filled our stomachs, we filled the cars with gas and headed north.

Beth had seen information about a secluded place called Valley of Dreams. It is between Cuba and Farmington, New Mexico, VERY off the beaten path. So much so that at one point, Google maps said it would take 1 hr 17 min, Apple Maps said, 1 hour 40 min, and maps.me said 2 hr 17 min. Each showed slightly different ways to get there. So we took a gamble and went with maps.me, because that is what Beth’s information said to use. Once we turned on to one of the recommended roads, the time went down to 18 minutes. We were overjoyed. This was short-lived. A winter storm, that we knew about but were hoping to beat, started right when the app said we were off the map. So we turned around and took the right where we took the left. We were still off the map. So we took the left again, the snow coming down harder and staring to stick (mind you we were on poorly paved roads with potholes and ruts) and we were magically back on the map, but our time to arrival was now 44 minutes. Afraid we would possibly 1. Get stuck in the snow, 2. Blow out a tire in the potholes, 3. Not see anything due to the snow even if we found it, we decided to abandon this little adventure. We drove 6 miles going 25 miles an hour to the highway and headed to Moab, again. This is what we were hoping to see.

Photo taken from internet
Photo taken from internet
Photo taken from internet

If it is a clear day, you have heaps of time, and you are between Cuba and Farmington New Mexico, I hope you can find it. It looks extraordinary.

Back on the road, the snow stopped within 30 minutes and the drive was uneventful. Except for the sunset. There are not words to describe this beauty.

This is what it really looked like. No filters, no processing, taken out of the window of the rental car. Here is another from a different car:

This is through the windshield of my car. Again, no processing at all. Glorious!

We made it to Moab, hauled our stuff into the VRBO, and went in search of dinner. At Antica Forma, we ate salads and split a pizza between the 6 of us. And then we came home to bed. It was a long day, many hours of driving on the highway and off and we were ready to sleep. It was dark when we arrived in Moab. I have been to Moab and Arches National Park before. But no one else in the group has. I can’t wait to see their reaction when they see the landscape.

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