One more walk under the floodlight moon last night and we’re gone this morning. Headed south, down the Rio Grande Valley from Santa Fe. Made a stop at the Indian Casino truck stop to top off the tank. Only took 32 gallons. Didn’t even break $100. Through Albuquerque and Socorro, past Bosque del Apache; wintering sandhill cranes in the air. Through the giant dips in the interstate next to Elephant Butte, past the white van driving on the shoulder; guy on the passenger side leaning so far out the window he could pick up trash with his grabber without actually stepping on the ground. Past the town of Truth or Consequences, and stopped for the night at the familiar Hacienda RV Resort in Las Cruces. We’re still on the Rio Grande. We’re on a trip.
Moon over santa fe
Took my walk on a trail outside the park at 9 o’clock tonight; away from all the lights. It was like walking under a streetlight.
Santa Fe
The neighbors next door; the ones in the fancier painted coach… Theirs is bigger than ours; 5 feet longer. It’s an American Coach, Heritage. I looked it up on the internet. It’s five feet longer and twice the cost. That’s an expensive five feet. It has two bathrooms, the master bath in the rear is the size of our bedroom. Conversation got around to what we do for a living. We still don’t know what they do or what they did for a living; but they must have done okay. Their license plate reads “B RACIN”. They own an Indy car team.
Santa Fe
Well, it has happened already. Our motorhome is dated. No, they haven’t improved on the big one-piece windshields or the placement of the windshield wipers (okay, some have disappearing wipers down into the front end cowling, but that looks forced). They still have just four slides (Some fifth wheel trailers have five slides now). It’s about the appearance. See how our swirly paint job goes right up to the windows? Now you can get exterior sunshades over your windows that allow the fancy swirly paint job to go right over the windows. We’re so “last year”.
Santa Fe
I don’t think the last weather report I sent from Santa Fe was clear. I wasn’t reporting that we were going to get snow here; the snow was all going to be in Colorado. And it was. We sat in breezy sunshine Sunday while our family in Denver watched fat snowflakes fall. It got cold here and threatened to precipitate, but nothing much happened. We woke to clear skies; some snow on the surrounding mountains. Now that the wind has let up, the cold doesn’t even feel that cold. Brother David wonders about the swirly camouflage painting on the side of our rig. He wonders if it works. Well, let’s see. Can you spot the motorhome in this picture? Or should we, as David suggests, pull it into a slot canyon and watch it disappear against the background?