Our RV Adventures

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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We finally left the Elk’s Lodge in Show Low, AZ about 10:30 am after dragging out our goodbyes with Nick and Terry as long as we could. It will probably be the first part of August before we reconnect with them in Elkhart, IN for the next Gypsy Gathering Rally. Once again it’s going to be real boring without them around.

A little over an hour later we crossed into New Mexico, heading for Magdalena, about 115 miles away. This is kind of a short day for us, but I wanted to be able to stop and see the Very Large Array (VLA) radio telescope facility about 20 miles before Magdalena. Plus I knew we would lose an hour crossing into New Mexico because, even though Arizona and New Mexico are both in same time zone (Mountain), Arizona doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time, so we still lose an hour.

Once again we were treated to some great scenery along the way. Rolling hills and sweeping vistas, punctuated by even larger hills jutting up from the terrain.

A little before 2 pm we started seeing signs for Pie Town, NM, and specifically The Pie-O-Neer pie place located there. So we decided we had to stop.

I mean it’s pie, right.

In a place called Pie Town.

It had to be good, right.

But it wasn’t just good, it was fantastic!

And it didn’t hurt that we we hungry.

And, although the place didn’t look like much on the outside, the inside was a complete surprise. It was bright, colorful, and tastefully decorated, with a lot of homespun touches.

The Pie-O-Neer got its start in 1995 when Kathy Knapp and her family drove 150 miles from Albuquerque to have pie in Pie Town.

What they found was The Old Thunderbird Trading Post..

Here’s what Kathy said about that visit.  “Crossing the steps of the frontier-style porch we were anxious. "What kind of pie would they have?" Much to our dismay, NONE. The owners were old and tired and had a sign on the door that read "There used to be pie in Pie Town, but there ain’t no more — FOR SALE."

So she bought it. She said a place called Pie Town should have PIE!

And it used to. Here’s a little bit of the history of Pie Town.

The small menu, which seems to only exist to give you an excuse to come there for pie, consists of two sandwiches, a Deli Sandwich and a Grilled Cheese with Tomatoes and Green Chiles, (sometimes three on BLT day. Don’t ask), a Spinach Quesadilla, and two soups, Green Chili Stew and the Soup of the Day.

And today the Soup of the Day was Carrot-Ginger.  Huh?

Jan had to try a cup of the Carrot-Ginger and I got a cup of the Green Chili Stew. And we split the Grilled Cheese.

Our waitress told us to go up to the counter and pick out our pie now, because otherwise our selection might be gone. The pies are baked one at a time all day long, and are pretty much served warm from the oven, cause they don’t last long enough to get cold.

Jan picked a slice of Chocolate Cream pie and I got a slice of Pear-Pineapple-Ginger.

And everything was delicious. Who would have thought of Carrot-Ginger soup? And my Green Chili Stew was great, just full of chunks of chicken and potatoes.

Kathy, the owner, says she also uses tumeric, a ginger cousin, in her dishes, because it’s a little more spicy, and slightly bitter.

Jan said the pie crust on her Chocolate Cream was the best she’d ever eaten. Turns out that the secret is to use half butter and half lard in the crust. The butter gives it flavor and the lard makes it flaky. MMMM! Lard!

The crust on my Pear-Pineapple-Ginger was really good. It was like a Deep Dish Crumble crust, kind of crunchy, but melted in your mouth.

Jan ask Kathy if she had a cook book and she said yes. It was a compilation of pie recipes from people in the area, including Kathy, so Jan got one.

Hopefully that means more pie soon.

Leaving (reluctantly) Pie Town, we once again crossed the Continental Divide a few minutes later, this time at our highest point so far, 7796 feet.

No wonder our ears were popping.

About 20 miles out of Magdalena we got our first glimpse of the VLA.

From this distance it’s hard to tell how big the dishes are. Hint- They’re really big.

A sign told us the Visitor’s Center was open until sunset so we decided to go on into Magdalena and get set up.

Ding, Ding, Ding!   We have a new winner!

The Western Motel and RV Park is now officially the worst park we’ve ever stayed in. The previous winner, the Casper East RV Park in Casper, WY, that we stayed at two years ago on our way to Alaska, has been soundly defeated.

The things wrong with this park are almost too numerous to mention.

1. They advertise 30 or 50 amp, but only have 30.

2. The hookups are at the front of the site, not the rear.

3. It is almost impossible to maneuver in the park. I hope the guy to my right leaves early, otherwise I might have to back out of here. So much for a pull-thru.

4. The place is a junkyard of old cars, refrigerators, and other miscellaneous stuff, all just scattered around.

5  The water doesn’t work, but there’s no discount for that,

6, Even with 25 ft of sewer hose I can’t hook up because the connection is too far forward. And there’s no discount for that either.

7. The place is Passport American and it’s still $20 blankety-blank dollars a night! So that means some people pay $40 a night? Yeah, right.

The problem is that there is no other RV parks in town. The other two are closed. And apparently you can’t park any where else either.  As we were coming into town we saw a couple in at 5th wheel setting up in a wide open area beside the road. When we came back by about 30 minutes, they were almost finished packing back up.

And when we came back from the VLA about an hour later they were gone. We assume someone told them to move on.

About 5pm we headed out to the VLA in our truck to take a look. Turning off US 60 we crossed one of the railroad track arms of the array.

The radio telescope array consists of three arms made up of railroad tracks, each arm 13 miles long, like the letter ‘Y’, but each arm is the same length. The large telescopes are moved up and down the arms, depending on what they want to look at.

When the 27 dishes (9 on each arm)  are spread out to the far ends, it’s like a camera lens zoomed in on an object.

When the dishes are brought in close like they are here, it’s like the wide-angle lens on camera, looking at the broad picture.

The dishes are moved around on a regular schedule during the year, from all the way out to all the way in.

Below you can see the tracks and the 90 degree sidings where the dishes are parked when in use. The track itself is kept open so that if a dish fails it can be brought back in for service and replaced with a spare.

The dishes are enormous. They are 96 feet high, 82 feet wide, and weigh 235 tons. Yet they can be positioned to a faction of an inch on the track, and aimed to a fraction of a degree in the sky.

Here’s a shot of the maintenance shed where the dishes can be repaired out of the weather, and a spare dish waiting to be needed.

We got back to the park about 6:45 pm and were in for the night. I didn’t even bother setting up the satellite dish, since nothing much was on tonight. So we just read, computered (Yes, I know that’s not a word, but it should be)  and listened to music.

A little later Jan heated up our left-over wings from last night (Still great) and we topped it off with a sopapilla from a few nights ago.

Tomorrow we head out from Fort Sumner, NM, about 215 miles away, hopefully with a better RV park.

Quote of the day:
Give a man a fish, and you’ll feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he’ll buy a funny hat. Talk to a hungry man about fish, and you’re a consultant. – Scott Adams

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