Showing posts with label Gila Mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gila Mountains. Show all posts

Sunday, August 21, 2016

What I Did on Your Summer Vacation.

My friend, Betty, asked if I was going to write the blog anymore. She also registered a complaint about the poor quality of the nothing she had been seeing here recently. 

Rainbow over Albuquerque.

I'm pleased to spend a lot of time with animals, but enough about my friends (RIM SHOT). 





Rosie and Little Ann.

And enjoying other people's art.






And sprucing up my cabin, with my girlfriend's help. 


I met my lovely daughter-in-law this week! She's married to my lovely son!

Nina and Phil. 
We took them into the Gila Mountains...


Guess where?



Emory Pass




... and Truth or Consequences...

A Little Slice of Heaven, Truth or Consequences, NM. It used to be Brazen Fox, which used to be Happy Belly Deli.









We did the Monticello/Winston/Chloride trail...




After being told I can't get there, I have become obsessed with Monument Park.

...and the Datil trip, of course.










I brought them so they could picture where I do nothing.

One last scenic stop...

Sunset over Rio Grande, Elephant Butte, NM.


My mysterious side.





We enjoyed Nina and Phil and their youthful energy. I once had youth, but not energy.

They're still traveling home this morning, after so many delays that it could be amusing if they weren't so tired. They are currently disillusioned with United Airlines, unless UA does something amazing to make up for this trip. Your move, United!




Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Glenwood, New Mexico. Unexpected town-love.

We're in Datil right now, "planning" to leave tomorrow. Our friends Betty and John came over yesterday for tea, and somehow I got very teased for my unplanning skills. I wonder if I'm drawn to friends who are heavy planners, or if I drive them to it.




Someplace in New Mexico. I'd tell you more if I remembered.


We stopped in Glenwood for the night, and it got to me right away. This is now one of my one-month towns. You remember - while I write the Greater American Blog Post.



The riparian environment may be part of the appeal. I got pretty googly over the Mimbres Valley, too.



I drive Spud from place to place, usually following Wolfgang, who is driving the big rig. We planned to stay at Bighorn Campground; he passed it, and I spotted it only at the last minute and pulled in. 

180 is a two-lane mountain road, and I knew he wouldn't be able to turn around right away, so I waited. And waited. Then I decided he hadn't noticed my absence and was going on through to Reserve. So, I pulled out and followed him. After a couple of minutes, he passed me heading back toward the campground. I knew he saw me, so I found the next turnaround and waited. And waited.

Then I realized he had gone on and found the campground, and was waiting for me there. I pulled out and headed south again, when he passed me heading away from the campground.

Suddenly this became too funny for me, so I pulled off to laugh for a long time. When I got better, I headed in the direction I had last seen him. Luckily, he is a man of good sense, and had just pulled off the road to wait for as long as it took me. Then I could be a good follower and lead him back to the campground he never saw.

Bighorn is just fine for a night or two. The road isn't busy, and depending on your needs and rig size, you can burrow back into the cozier sites. It's very close to town, and there are a few businesses there where you can (maybe) get a meal and (probably) get some gasoline. I met Joyce, who runs the little gift shop, and she was extremely helpful in pointing us toward interesting places. She told me about a campground that I'm saving to try when I'm on my own; it wasn't suitable for our luxury accommodations right now. 


When I asked about Mogollon, Joyce was adamant that it only be attempted with a high-clearance vehicle. Maybe next time, when I'm clearing high.





Catwalk Road is a good place for a long walk. Walking to the Catwalk itself is five miles, and that's why we have internal combustion engines.




Wolfgang Rebesky
I don't know who this guy is, but later I showed him a YouTube flash-flood video.







The Catwalk is still closed, but keep it in mind for its reopening. This lapse in my judgement made me nervous, especially because of the low-water crossing and the rain in the area the day before. I was a scofflaw, but there are good reasons for the closure and I don't recommend you scoff.

Closer to home.

Continental Divide Trail throughhikers pie-ing it up at the bar

Of all the many nearby attractions to Datil (stop it, I'm serious), I felt Pie-O-Neer was the one we shouldn't miss. It was a good call. Kathy came to the table and chatted, and Wolfgang was impressed with that. And with the pie.


Thursday, May 2, 2013

Truth or Consequences, New Mexico: HOT SPRINGS!


I treated myself to a weekend at La Paloma Hot Springs and Spa. Wow! I hated to leave, really hated it, but once the manager dragged me out of bed and threw my stuff in the road, it started feeling like I couldn't stay.


This place is pretty affordable for the relaxation you'll enjoy. I booked an economy room for $60/night (no in-room shower). There's no turn-down service, and you won't be tidied while you're out at the lake. Reuse your towels - it's good for the earth. Just relax in the 108° mineral water that flows up from the ground under you. Hang around the courtyard in your bathrobe. Seriously, it's encouraged! Watch the flaps.

You can get additional services, if you'd like; Annie funded my massage. You can get a facial or tarot readings, if that sounds like fun.


The town is just plain quirky. The people are weird and friendly. My friend Sue showed me around the joint, bought me coffee, and introduced me to her cool friends. I am very grateful, Sue, for everything.

I can see myself spending more time in TorC.

I took the scenic route home through the Gila Mountains and Silver City. Along the way, I picked up these folks:

Daniel, Abby, and Aloric

They had been on the Continental Divide Trail for six days, and were hoping for a ride to Silver City to rest up, drink beer, and sleep in a bed. Sissies.

I just don't pick up hitchhikers, but apparently hitchhikerhikers are my soft spot. Blame it on the woo-woo and the hot springs. We rode together for another hour, and I dropped them off at the McDonald's in Silver City.

Caballo Lake, New Mexico







Caballo Lake

 
















Silver City is another place I'd like to explore. It's a college town, but I saw no trace of students. Is the semester already over?



Things may begin to look and feel different here on the blog. I know I will! I'll let you know what to notice; it'll be like pointing out the moving parts on the diorama.



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