Farmington to Cimarron, New Mexico on Route 64
On the coldest day of my trip, I followed Route 64 in New Mexico about 260 miles from Farmington (where I’d met Sunny) to Cimarron. With no knowledge of the road or areas I’d be passing through, it was a wonderful surprise that it turned out to be a beautiful ride through the mountains.
When I rolled away from the hotel in the morning, the temperature on my dash said 45 degrees. But it was still early and the sun was barely up. I was sure that with a stop for gas and a little dillydallying in town to see a few sights, that it would warm up in no time.
As I rode east and began to climb in elevation where I had been hoping the sun would warm things up for me, I instead found the temperature readout dipping. When I rolled into the Jicarilla Apache Nation Reservation, my hands were aching. It was only 33 degrees.
Continuing east and through Taos, the sun was finally riding high and everything began to warm up. But you know how it goes, once you get chilled through, it takes a while for your body to feel truly warm.
When I passed near a town called Angel Fire, a looming storm seemed to just hang over the mountains south of me. I could see the sheets of rain falling in the distance. While I sat waiting to make a left at an intersection, I thought, “Boy, am I glad I’m going the other way.” After being cold all morning, getting wet was very low on my To Do list.
From Angel Fire all the way to Cimarron, the clouds looked like they were just waiting over the next ridge to pounce. More than once I found myself pleading with the universe ~ “please, please, please, just stay over there.”
Someone must have been listening because I stayed dry the whole way.