he edge of town. No darkness here. Just raw, bright New Mexican light.
This is where Route 66 sort of comes to an end. It’s about as far west in Albuquerque as you can go, without leaving the city line.
I think that these ruins, probably once a gas station and cafe, were caused by the move to Interstate 40, which is south of here. Motorists just didn’t drive though here as much and locals wouldn’t stop here since this is very close to modern gas stations, restaurants and grocery stores.
I’d have probably never run into this place if I hadn’t been roaming around looking for PAD images. But I cruised far and wide.
I went further west than this place, to where the casino and the remains of route 66 re-emerge at a rickety old bridge. I went east out past Moriarity, where the junkyard and car…
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