What's in a Name, But a Game
The Game ? if you spot your Name you have to reply
Our first stop was the Maverick Fuel Station. As you know, we use three different refueling cards:
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TSD – Open Roads, connected to our bank account
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Mudflap, connected to a credit card
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Maverick NITRO Card, also connected to our bank account
Even though Maverick is part of the Open Roads network, we chose to use the NITRO card because it offers a better discount.
One important thing to remember: in Arizona, there's an 8% fuel tax when using high-flow diesel nozzles. In the photo, you can see two pumps. I’m using the low-flow pump — which is not subject to the 8% fuel tax. It might take a few extra minutes to fill up, but that small delay saves us an additional 8% on fuel. $3.07 on Gas Buddy and $3.06 on Open Roads network
Our route took us east on US 60, we have been on this road many times in the pass, but this time, the landscape has been totally change due to the climate. No snow and range for many months.
Pie Town — Did Someone Say PIE?
It was many years ago when we first came to Pie Town. I originally learned about this quirky little town from a segment on CBS News Sunday Morning. Turns out, Pie Town holds a Pie Festival once a year — how could we resist?
But the pies aren’t the only reason to visit. Our good friends and fellow Alfa Owners, Carla and Terry Noble, live here. Susan and I spent a week visiting them on their beautiful property. Their nearest neighbor? Half a mile away — and there’s no cell phone service out there.
It was peaceful, remote, and filled with great conversation… and yes, plenty of pie.
As we continued our journey east, we crossed over the Continental Divide.
It’s one of those quiet milestones that makes you pause — not because there’s a dramatic marker or a grand monument (though sometimes there is), but because of what it symbolizes. From this point on, all rivers flow eastward, heading to the Atlantic instead of the Pacific.
The landscape around us shifted subtly. The air felt a bit cooler, the sky stretched wider, and the mountains began to roll into plains. It’s a reminder that every journey has its turning points — not just in direction, but in spirit.
We pulled over briefly to take it in. No cell service, no traffic — just us, the road, and the open sky. It’s the kind of moment that sticks with you, even long after the miles have passed.
Our overnight stop? Elks Lodge in Las Cruses, NM.