You guys have been slipping me some outstanding boondocking suggestions. I take special note of the ones with toilets. Nina gave me a suggestion for a regular blog feature that Judy would hate. I don't like to annoy Judy, but this idea is right up my ... alley. I'll give you the poop on that later.
I'm ready to start this thing, thanks to Cheryl here at the Las Cruces Shelter for Wayward Ducks. No, really. THANKS to Cheryl! I thought I would 1) waddle in here, 2) take a shower, 3) sleep in a soft bed, 4) then head out.
Instead, I repeated steps 2) and 3) thirty times, in-between eating a lot of food, thrift-shopping, people-watching, and festivaling, a bunch of my favorite things. A month of fluffing up my feathers, pedicuring my webbed feet, and getting that Robert Downey Jr. gleam back in my eye.
She has managed to give me all the company I want and all the solitude I need. That's no easy line to walk, but she did it gracefully and graciously.
Contessa clued us in to a contest where the winner gets a tricked-out class A RV. Not a factory-tricked-out RV - this one has been pimped by Bret Michaels from Rock My RV.
I've changed my mind again about which direction to head first, headfirst. But, whichever way it is, it's north.
One of the things I judge a town on is how it feels about art. Las Cruces seems to have a flair for it. There is a Saturday morning kids' art program held in the (free) downtown art museum. The art museum is next-door (and connected) to the (free) Natural History museum.
The following two photographs were stolen; I took them.
Las Cruces has a Farm and Ranching museum, but don't expect the kind of warm, welcoming reception you've gotten everywhere else in Las Cruces.
There is a ticket booth at the parking lot entrance, but it's unmanned.
These people are ALL ABOUT YOUR $5. If you're a senior, they're ALL ABOUT YOUR $3. Do not (DO NOT) attempt to stop first to see cows. They'll have your hide. Don't look for the goats. You'll be rebutted.
When it appeared that we might actually see cows without having paid first, TWO EMPLOYEES were dispatched to stop the longhorn-view hijacking.
Once we were branded, lassoed, and corralled into the lobby, we saw the receptionist was fully engaged with applying lipstick. We stepped into the deserted gift shop, where a volunteer explained that the woman who could help us was in back counting money. And so, it had been a good day, apparently, because she was still counting ten minutes later.
To be fair, I'm sure that if you stay on the right side of the law here, you'll be met with complete indifference.
We left, and if you know either of us, you know we declined to pay for any of this frivolity. This inhospitable treatment was on the house, baby!
