The El Rancho Hotel, at first glance a cross between the Overlook Hotel (in its façade and lobby) and the Bates Motel (in its rooms), was built in 1937 as a temporary home for actors filming westerns in the area. For sixty dollars, George and I checked into the ‘John Wayne Suite,’ a room we had trouble finding because someone stole its name from above the door.
These initial impressions belie the hotel’s Christmas decorations, including a live tree grand enough for Rockefeller Center, its pine smell masking the otherwise musty aroma of a hotel that saw its last update in the 1960s.
Our fellow travelers, all strangers diverted from the highway, joined us in the large lobby/sitting area, where we played checkers, drank margaritas from cactus-shaped glasses, perused old photographs of movie stars, traded stories of traffic accidents and weather predictions for the now-closed I-40, and discussed that day’s newspaper headlines:
“Beware of the Gallup Bed Bugs. What Can You Do?”
Cautiously, Barbara and I asked our husbands,
Do you think we’ll get stuck here for New Year’s Eve?
“Oh Man, Wouldn’t that be fantastic?” they cried. “What a place!”
Our friend Dana Waldon of Santa Fe describes Gallup and the El Rancho like this:
“First we shop at Zimmerman’s Western Wear and Richardson’s Pawn Shop, as Doug delights in the words ‘Carhartt’ and ‘Panhandle Slim,’ kind of like George and his obsession with the words and place ‘Fort Stockton.’
Next we check into the El Rancho, go directly to the bar, and consume beers and tequila, followed by more beers and tequila. Doug struggles with the jukebox until he finds a Led Zeppelin or Stevie Ray Vaughan tune for me to dance to, followed by a really bad, but oh so good, dinner in the restaurant.
Then we retire to the Ronald Reagan Presidential Suite complete with wagon wheel headboards and a Moroccan style bathroom. It reminds me of something out of Blue Velvet.
Next morning is the Gallup Flea Market, without question my Tiffany & Co, followed by Dairy Queen and the gumball machine — the only one I’ve ever seen that offers fluorescent cross necklaces. Last time I emptied twenty dollars worth of quarters to get as many as possible for my girlfriend’s birthday.”
All true and oddly charming, and yet even the men were happy to hit the road at first light on the morning of December 31st. Tony scraped the windshield with a can of shaving cream while George dug out the tires with a cowboy boot. Barbara and I made our way like crippled old women across the parking lot, vowing to go down together should one of us slip.
On the interstate we watched wide-eyed as cars slid into ravines or into each other. We waited patiently in traffic for emergency vehicles and snowplows and drove as though tiptoeing, terrified of our Cajun artist-driver’s new car’s abilities to grip the road. Eventually, now confident or crazy, we took a side trip off of the highway twenty miles west of Winslow, Arizona and traveled six miles on a frozen, narrow pavement to Meteor Crater.
50,000 years ago a meteor 150-feet wide entered earth’s atmosphere and disintegrated as it sped towards our planet at 26,000 miles per hour. Hitting the ground, the now tiny rock blew a hole one mile across and 550 feet deep.
George Rodrigue and I visit this crater, the best preserved in the world, every few years to stand on its edge and think about space and the fragility and miracle of our existence. This was our first encounter, however, in the snow. We stood in silence with our friends in the icy wind and temporarily forgot the below zero temperature…
…that is, until we walked back to the car, posing briefly for “Eskimo Pie and Her Friend Klondike,” (above) an art-piece conceived by George and titled by Tony.
All images in this post by George Rodrigue, except for the snow on the windshield, photographed by Tony Ricciardi
For a related post, including our recent encounter with Tibetan Sand Painting visit “Tranquility from Chaos: The Meteor and the Mandala”
*Above, at Ramstein Air Force Base with Mignon, wearing her ‘Doctor Zhivago Coat,’ Germany, 1972
8 thoughts on “A Winter Adventure: Trapped in Gallup, Freed by a Meteor’s Crater”
I think I want to travel with Barbara and Tony! They always seem to either be in the midst of something fun or the cause of it. Glad you made it home!
So, I guess I would be Klondike, and I wouldn't have changed anything except maybe the whole bedbug thing. Gallup was an adventure and I just don't think I have ever been that cold, but due to our brave mountain men we made it out alive. Beautiful country and great fun friends and road games in the car not to be matched.
Oh Tim, you have no idea! Emailing you now a photo that I couldn't bring myself to post on the blog-
This one for George—
Don't you know by now what you see in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas. By the way, I got to your room before you and thanks for the John Wayne door plaque.
I loved both these posts – the spiritual one and the down-to-earth travel one. They both had their unique sensibility and together they make a more well-rounded view of what went on. You were lucky indeed to see the monks doing a sand painting. I've seen it on TV but it must really be something in person. Wow, what patience they must have and then to destroy the whole thing. Sometimes I have felt like that in the studio, but I'm not sure I had the correct go-with-the-flow-of-eternity attitude when it came to the destruction part.
Thanks so much for writing about your trip. It sounds fabulous and Barb and Tony are just the troublemakers to pal around with.
Didnt know Tiffany was a skier but that sweater proves it. Sounds like a fun New Years and glad to have found this blog as a Blue dog owner and lover.
Thank you, Diane, for reading and for your post! I'm thrilled that you enjoy George's work and will make sure he sees your comments.
And Nancy, You are correct — I was indeed lucky to see the monks creating a sand painting. They bend for ten hours or more a day, with a tiny tap tap tap (ala running stitch?) on the chakpur, sending the sand one grain at a time onto the painting — and smiling throughout. It was amazing. So happy you enjoyed the posts! Many thanks for writing in — And Happy New Year!
I really adore while reading with your blog Im just imagining that I was there also traveling in that place.Having an experience in gallup new mexico hotels I can say that it was perfect for a holiday.
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