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Rising early enough to enjoy a last bit of fellowship with David and Ginny Kral, we enjoyed another batch of David's decadently rich oatmeal (Oats, bran, dried peaches, dried blueberries, yogurt and maple syrup for toppings), a few cups of rich coffee, and toast with peanut butter. Good rib sticking food for the five hour plus ride from Tucson to Las Cruces. Leaving David and Ginny's in a timely fashion (9 A.M.), we struggled a bit to get out of Tucson. First, we made a necessary stop at Camping World for trailer supplies. This particular Camping World's parking lot is cramped to the point of inadequacy, especially considering the number of really big rigs trying to get in to its service bays. We parked on a nearby side street, and I walked to the store to buy the supplies. Shortly after that, we endured about twenty minutes of highway construction (To be expected, I suppose) along Interstate 10. Interstate 10 is the main southern artery in America, which means quite obviously that it is busy with semi-trucks, RVs of all types, passenger cars, service vehicles, and the occasional death wishing animal. Speaking of which, we saw three insane touring bicyclists riding along on its shoulder. It wasn't until we were well into New Mexico that the traffic thinned out a bit. Nevertheless, we were once again granted traveling mercies, and we arrived without incident to the lovely, well kept Sunny Acres RV Park at 3:33 P.M.. The Hispanic lady at the desk was especially nice and very helpful. We eased into our spot (DD), and as chance would have it, our neighbors are from Washington (Moses Lake). Actually Jim grew up in Ritzville where Judy lived for a number of years, so they threw names around like pachenko balls, and we all admitted (Once again) that the world is a very small place. After setting the trailer up, we made our way to the propane store to refill our empty tank, then off to the local Albertson's, where inevitably we walked every aisle, mostly likely buying a few things we didn't need. By then we were hungry, so we looked for the highest rated cheap Mexican restaurant we could find, drove to La Nueva Casita, ordered to go, and came back to the trailer. We shared an especially tasty chicken enchilada plate along with some home made chips and very hot salsa. We enjoy Mexican food, and we enjoy even more finding locally well run establishments (Hole in the walls, so to speak). Since it is March Madness, we settled in to eat dinner while watching hoops. The afternoon games were blowouts, so I did the form; Judy did her knee exercises, and the I took a shower in the park's facility. which consists of four very clean shower stalls, each of which includes a sink and toilet. The water was hot and the pressure excellent. Few things are as enjoyable as a deliciously decadent shower, especially after a long day playing leap frog with Interstate traffic. Tomorrow, our adventure agenda is quite full. In the morning, we're going to walk around the historic Mesilla district. Then we'll drive about an hour out to the White Sands National Monument where we'll enjoy part of the experience on our bicycle. We'll go a bit further to Alamagorda to enjoy a walk through the petroglyhs-I love rock art (And most likely lunch). We'll travel back through the white sands (Just before sunset if our timing is good), and back here to the RV park. Whew! This touring retirement sounds strenuous! But we are in our go-go years, after all. Oh, and our cribbage wars will resume tomorrow morning (We took a break while at the Kral's). I guess that's it. Clearly, life is good, especially today.
The Rosy Fingers of Dawn at the Kral's.
A few cups of coffee make highway rest stops welcome. Next rest stop: 68 miles.
It's amazing to see rows and rows of Pecan trees in the desert.
Spring time is a time of blooming in the desert. I'm not sure what the yellow blooms are, but they were plentiful along the highway.
The Organ Mountains in the distance.
The mountains loomed larger as we descended into Mesilla Valley, which is home to Las Cruces.
Right in town, we found this well kept RV park a pleasant place to stop.
According to Urban Spoon, this cafe is the best in town. It sits on the outer edge of the Mesilla Historic District.
Art shot of the day.
Dinner: Chicken Enchilada plate.
Frac, at ease in the evening light. Sleep tight.
The yellow blooms are most likely Brittlebush. The grayish green bushes will bloom long into the summer.
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