We pointed Goldie East, a direction she's not familiar with, put Chiricahua in the rearview mirror and motored Interstate 10 into New Mexico. I know, I know… but there's no other way to get there (sigh).
It's challenging country, that part of New Mexico—a tad on the desolate, disadvantaged, and dying side. We paused for supplies at Wally's Mart in Lord-have mercy-sburg, then continued on to Deming, now a gas/chain-food strip mall. It's no wonder truckers are Super Sized. All I saw was Big Macs, Big Gulps, and Big People. Ok, Wendy's and McDonalds do offer a salad, but have you ever seen someone besides Bobbie order a salad? If I ever get terminal cancer, you'll find me at a Carls Junior eating a double bacon double cheeseburger. A heart attack seems more humane. I digress…
About 20 backroad miles out of Deming we arrived at Rockhound State Park, hoping to waltz right in without a reservation, and see for ourselves why so many RV'er bloggers stop and camp there. Given the sorry state of Lord-have mercy-sburg and Deming, it was quickly obvious; it feels safer.
We took a non electric site… a big mistake because it was pushing 85 degrees in the shade the next two days. But, we lucked into a 50 year poppy bloom, enough "gold" in them thar hills to make it worth the price of admission.
|Evening or Desert Primrose|
|Walking to the Visitor's Center|
|Black and Whites of the Visitor's Center...|
Otherwise, same old shit… too hot to be enjoyable past 11 AM.