Nancy Hultgren Remembers.Pdf
PART III: Carlsbad Caverns National Park, New Mexico The “main focus” of our five-day trip, in the early spring of 1952, was extended time to visit two locations—Carlsbad Caverns National Park, in the southeastern part of the State of New Mexico, and Ciudad Juarez, Mexico—across the International Border from El Paso, Texas, which lies in the far western tip of Texas. A beautiful morning awaited as we rose from our beds in the small motel in the town of Carlsbad, New Mexico. Out in the parking lot, in front of our room, the Hudson was covered with a thick layer of dust, accumulated during our long drive through Colorado and New Mexico. No rain in sight to help wash the car off, but my dad pulled into a Texaco Gas Station in town to refuel, and have the attendant check the oil and clean the windshields and side windows for us. (While living in Denver, Colorado, my dad often frequented a favorite Texaco Station on Colorado Blvd., not far from our first house on Birch Street.) In a friendly tone, and looking at our license plates, which read “Colorful Colorado,” the station attendant asked, “How far have you folks come? Headed for the Caverns I bet! Any time of year is a good time to go, ya’ know! Doesn’t matter what the temperature is on the outside today, cause deep in the Caverns the temperature is the same year round—56°.” Motel Stevens in Carlsbad, New Mexico. Curt Teich vintage linen postcard. Leaving Carlsbad and the Pecos River Valley behind, my dad pointed the Hudson southwest out of town on US Hwy.
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