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Blue Hole: an opportunity missed?

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SANTA ROSA, N.M. — The attraction pictured here is one of the cooler places I’ve ever seen.

It’s an 80-foot hole in the ground. It is surrounded by rock. The water is about 80 to 90 feet deep. A spring feeds it and the water temperature is at a constant 64 degrees.

The Blue Hole is just off of Historic Route 66 in this tiny community about 150 or so miles from Albuquerque and aboutĀ 55 miles west of Tucumcari.

My wife and I took a dip in the Blue Hole. The water is, shall we say, bracing.

The Blue Hole is known as a mecca for scuba divers. On the day we visited, we saw several classes of divers being instructed by experts. They dove deep into the hole, practicing rescue techniques. There were others, such as my wife and me, who were there just to get wet and jump into the crystal clear water from the ledges above its surface.

I came away from visiting the place wondering how a community such as Santa Rosa doesn’t capitalize on the obvious attraction that this place is to many people. We drove all along Route 66 through town and couldn’t find a single dive shop, or other specialty outlet that caters to divers who come here — presumably — from great distances away just to partake in a thrilling activity.

The marvelous natural attraction gives visitors bureau officials loads of incentive to build marketing campaigns around efforts to lure tourists here.

From my vantage point, I didn’t see any advantage being taken to cash in.

Rather odd, actually.

But it’s still quiteĀ a sight to see.

 

Thanks, Internet, for changing travel habits

SANTA ROSA, N.M. — We ventured west along Interstate 40 to this community.

Our intention was to relax in our fifth wheel, do a little swimming at the Blue Hole and just get away from the hustle/bustle of our regular lives — although it’s a lot less hustle-and-bustly than it used to be.

However, one of my travel indulgences includes purchasing a newspaper.

So, we awoke and, given that this was a Sunday morning, I only assumed I’d be able to drive to the nearest convenience store, truck stop, grocery market and purchase a paper from a large metropolitan area that’s not too far away from here.

Silly me.

I went to three retail outlets. At the last one, I asked the clerk: “We’re from out of town. Is there anywhere here where we can purchase a Sunday newspaper?” The lady said, “Oh no. They stopped delivering the Albuquerque Journal some time ago.”

That did it!

Then it occurred to me. I can blame the Internet for this catastrophe. Newspapers everywhere are cutting back — or eliminating — regional distribution of their editions (I refuse to refer to newspapers as “products,” which is what my former employers in Amarillo have taken to calling the newspaper that’s being published there in diminishing numbers).

Thus, one of the staples of my traveling habits has been eliminated whenever my wife and I travel to markets thatĀ don’t have a daily paper of their own.

Thanks for nothing — whoever it was who invented the Internet.