Bored, Bored, Bored…Again…
We pulled out of the RV Park from Hell about 9:15, which was doing good because we didn’t get up until 8:30.
The place was so tight that Jan had to get out and guide me so I wouldn’t hit the fence or drag the toad along the handy-dandy railroad tie standing upright at the corner of the site, seemingly for no other purpose than to make it almost impossible to pull out. They have 4 pull-thru sites side by side. If all 4 of them had been full then 2 of them would have to back out because there was just not enough room to make the turn. Even with only two rigs there i missed the fence by less than an inch with my mirror.
But finally we were on our way.
A little while after passing thru Socorro we starting seeing fields of these cactus plants with many of them in bloom. I think they’re Tree Cholla.
The road was pretty good, and the trip was uneventful, which was nice.
But it was boring,boring,boring. Endless stretches of scrubby desert, dotted with towns that died years ago but nobody told them, just on and on and on…
It makes you start yearning for an Interstate with a billboard or two.
But the real reason that it’s so boring is that we’re here,and Nick and Terry are still back in Show Low. Which means our fun has pretty much ground to a halt.
Course I sometimes wondered if Nick just keeps us around to provide content for his blog and GypsyJournal newspaper. That, and to fix things he’s broken, of course.
For example, if you check this article out, you’ll see this perfectly innocent picture of two people having fun…well, one of us is having fun.
And, of course, Nick uses it for his own nefarious purposes. Laughter at our expense…well, Jan’s expense anyway.
She’s the one who looks likes she’s plugged into a light socket.
It’s going to be a long, boring six weeks before we see them again, so we’ll just have to see what other content Jan and I can come up with for Nick.
We got to Ft. Sumner about 1:30 pm and got parked. Although it’s plain, it’s so much nicer that Magdalena last night.
It’s 50 amp, the water works, and we’re not parked in what looks like a junkyard, and it’s the same $20 price.
After getting set up, we visited the Billy The Kid Museum right down the street. Not only to see the museum, but to pay for our site, since that’s where the RV office is, too.
For me, the best part was looking at all the old rifles and pistols they had on display. Jan really enjoyed reading about John Chisum, of Chisum Trail fame, one of her ancestors.
We asked the guy at the museum about a good place to eat. We knew we were in trouble when he said, “That’s a good question.”
Apparently there are none. At least none that were open right now.The only one that was open…kind of, was the Rodeo Grill, which closes at 4 pm.
It was now 5 pm. There are no other restaurants in town open this time of year. This is a town of 2000 people. Get with it.
We finally tracked down a grocery store and picked up some stuff for supper. And, along the way we scoped out a Valero gas station to get some diesel tomorrow morning on our way out of town.
Tomorrow we make a 170 mile run to Amarillo where we’ll be for two days, before heading down thru Abilene on our way back to the Austin area.
More later…
Quote of the day:
If we don’t change direction soon, we’ll end up where we’re going. – Professor Irwin Corey
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