Still in New Mexico, we say good morning to the roadrunner wandering the RV Park, then head west. Interstate 10 is a trucker’s highway. The road is straight and flat, so I drove 70 for a while, but that required a lot of leapfrogging trucks. I slowed down to 65 and got to stay in the right lane. That was better. Easy driving. From Las Cruces, past the turnoff to Silver City at Deming, by Lordsburg; moon in the windshield all morning. Through the border patrol checkpoint (with Judy clicking her seatbelt to make sure I didn’t get another ticket for an “unrestrained wife”) and New Mexico was gone. Smallish ravens in the air; must be Chihuahan Ravens. Lordsburg. Willcox. Lunch at Texas Canyon. White throated swifts above the boulder cliffs. Ladderback woodpecker in the scrub trees. On past Benson, and down the hill into Tucson. We got to drive two days in a row. Nice trip. We didn’t change time zones, but we drove into Arizona, so we changed the clocks. Lows in the twenties and thirties in Santa Fe; a little cool. Lows in the forties at Las Cruces; better. Here in Tucson, it’s late at night and the outside temperature is still in the eighties. No more winter camping rules for a while. Beaudry RV Park. Gila woodpeckers. Curve billed thrashers. Private hot-tub site. Stars. Oleander hedge. Overhanging mesquite tree. A new client on Monday. We’ll stay here a week.
Las Cruces
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”.