Overwhelmed with relief to see the sign ‘Welcome to Madrid’, I knew my turn onto Back Road was close at hand.
No longer any need for the low tire pressure warning since now there was no doubt that the tire was entirely flat.
After turning on Back Road it was only one half mile left to the AirBnB.
The night was even darker, but it did not take me long to realize this was yet another unpaved road, laden with huge gaping potholes.
Here we are, actually in Madrid and subsequently what I thought would be the end of our ordeal. But now I was driving on a pitch black, unmarked dirt road, riddled with fissures and huge holes.
I started chanting again. “Come on baby, you can do it”.
The shaking of the SUV caused Roadie to sit up and try to peer out the window.
“Lie down dammit!” I yelled, worried she’d get hurt flying across her bed, even within the doggie hammock.
A nice comfy bed was ahead of us. I just needed to make it. Only one fourth of a mile to go.
I envisioned sleeping in a bed as I traveled down the mild grade of the unlevel and poorly maintained, muddy road.
Before me the rent in the road was wide, deep and on the same side as the flat back tire.
There was little room between the cars parked on either side but nothing was going to stop me at this point.
Slowly I pulled forward, the front right tire fell into the unavoidable hole causing the SUV to lean dangerously to the right.
Unpaved Roads & Anxious Dogs
The dog fell backward (I had told her to lay her ass down) and clunked her head on the door.
Thankfully, once we made it out of the hole she sat up, after a bit of struggle to get her ground and started panting like the happy dog she is.
How could .3 miles take so long. I swore the GPS was stuck.
As soon as I got close to what looked like the turn for Waldo Mesa Road, the map would expand showing it to be further ahead.
One more gaping hole in the road, of course it was also on the right. We made it through and were once more on level ground. Now making our way up a mild hill covered with huge sharp, rocks for gravel. (don’t they know what gravel is in New Mexico?)
We completed the last turn in the road and the roadway mellowed.
Flat dirt, no holes and I was pretty sure the light shining up ahead was the light for our AirBnB.
As we got closer though I groaned. The house was just as pictured, but subsequently on another fissure ridden hill.
“For fucks sake!”
I turned onto Waldo Mesa Road and stopped in front of the gate. I got out and took a deep breath. It may have been quite a challenge getting here, but I was in the New Mexico desert and it was beautiful.
Grateful in Madrid
I was so grateful to have made it I could have kissed the sand below my feet.
I took a few moments to appreciate my surroundings and remind myself how lucky I was to be here at all.
The AirBnB was adorable and it was surrounded by the scrubby, rolling hills of New Mexico.
Even in the dark it glowed with a tinge of pink. If I had to have 2 flat tires, then better in this place. I was infinitely glad to be there.
Roadie whimpered. She had to pee.
Leaving the SUV on the road I helped her out of the back seat and escorted her to our new digs.
The key was on the table as promised, so I let her in and went back down the hill.
Pulling the SUV in was not easy. The Aviator sat at a precarious angle but I really wanted to get into bed and sleep.
After hauling everything we needed for the night, I loaded the cold stuff into the fridge, washed up, changed and fell fast asleep.
Madrid, New Mexico.