Our little day trip to Yeso, pronounced yay-so, which means white rock or gypsum. We did 261 miles on this little jaunt into history. This was Nina’s first trip to Yeso. Only thing we would do different, would be to bring a lunch.
Route 3. Seems to go on forever!
At a rest stop on Route 60.
Route 60 just before Yeso.
Debbie gave us the 411 on the place.
The old store.
The old store.
It used to be a hotel.
It used to be a hotel.
Warehouse for the store.
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