Super 8 Van Horn
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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Travel Blogs from Van Horn
... It was just a small room with a table and a small bar at one end all made of weathered wood. We have such a different view of space these days compared to the minimalism these people had. They had a great cactus garden as well with signage and a description of various uses.
Then off across the scrub desert. Very few people on the road and few settlements. I had a tasty burrito special in a small dinner in the middle of nowhere. I continued on with the goal ...
Van Horn, TX and The Sting
It was a long stretch between Benton, AZ and Van Horn Texas, with the whole state of New Mexico between. With Raleigh for Thanksgiving on our minds, Larry was eager to put significant mileage behind us. We'd had a very good, restful weekend, caught up on laundry, lounged in the swimming pool and cleaned house. So, this day was long with 390 miles from Benson, AZ to our first 4 hour sleep over.
... see that he was quite large and kind of a silver blue in color. Perhaps he was not as cute as the cartoon, but he was the real thing!
We reached our destination, Van Horn, TX around 5 PM and checked into a seedy hotel in what is an old run-down town. Our hotel is across the street from the railroad tracks and it seems there is a train going through about every 10 minutes. Perhaps a little sleep aid will be in order tonight.
Tomorrow, Carlsbad ...
... grandparents home). Hachita, a ghost town in New Mexico, means small axe in Spanish and reminds me of a childhood rebuke suffered in the presence of Mark Fairless.
In yet another attempt to avoid the freeway, I took a long detour up a 5,000 foot plateau towards the Guadalupe Mountains National Park. Dusk found me at the entrance to the park, and I drove to Van Horn with the sunset gradually disappearing over the Black Mountain range to the West.
... trees quirked and crooked in strange survival shapes. Each should have a website of its own, I think! And then I get to flat. It’s dry and sparse, nothing here to stop the wind.
I’m needing gas, one lone station near an oil-well pump, so desolate it doesn’t even advertise its brand, or price. A fancy van is stopped in front of me. Four women slowly chat their way ...