Exactly a year ago, I walked off the plane at Albuquerque International Sunport (New Mexico, home of sunports and spaceports) after a fairly traumatic border crossing into the USA from Mexico, in LAX. The issue at hand was that I didn’t have a ticket out of the country within the 90 day visa-waiver period. There is a long explanation for this involving some ambiguity around re-entry rules that I won’t go into, but I ended up missing my connecting flight from LA to Albuquerque. I’ve never had issues entering a country before, and to be yelled at and held at US customs was downright scary. I cried when the immigration officer considered, out loud, putting me on a flight back to Mexico. Yes, I did.
They ended up letting me in though, so I spent the night at LAX and caught the next flight to Albuquerque in the morning. By the time I got into New Mexico, I needed to get out of the airport, away from officials, into the open road, a hot meal and a drink or two.
Flemming came to pick me up at the airport and drove out to the area around Galisteo, I got an eyeful of some big sky, open road, the comforting thrum of a car and something to eat and drink.
I was restored.
We drove around for a month in April 2013, logging some four and a half thousand miles, taking in nice bit of New Mexico, and Utah and Colorado on the way to Monument Valley and Mesa Verde, stopped at the quirky little town of Truth or Consequences so Flemming could hang with a celebrity:
and make friends with a pair of Brits who were road tripping across America in a red double-decker bus.
We spent a goodly amount of time absorbing wind and silence at out at Elephant Butte.
and saw a bit of the state on foot and in the car, just dreaming while filming Beyond.
I miss New Mexico really, really badly. Can’t wait to go back.