January 20

Departed Stinky Lakes because the nifty smell and because, other than the stenchwater, there is little here to recommend. We drove about an hour and a half south to Carlsbad, NM. Roads were good all the way south from Roswell to C’bad.
Set up the trailer for three nights at Brantley Lakes State Park N of C’bad. It is another NM state facility and costs the same as Oliver Lee and Bottomless Stench; $10 for tents, $14 for W&E and $18 for W,S & E. We then drove south for 10 miles or so to C’bad for a look/see. We initially stopped at the C’bad Ford dealership so we could buy two new windshield washer nozzles which miraculously both failed within about 5 minutes of one another while I was breaking stuff under the hood in Oliver Lee a few days ago. Then we found a laundromat which we will need to visit in a few days.
We also found a Wallyworld and a place that sells propane, which we needed because we were empty on one cylinder and the weather is supposed to turn cold. It is about 77 degrees today, depending on which bank sign you believe. We found a drive-in called “Becky’s” where we decided to eat.
Becky seems to be a male, dentally-challenged 43” tall curmudgeon who alleges he makes everything himself. There were other employees at Becky’s who seemed to have their noses to the grindstone so I wonder if Becky is a liar, a megalomaniac or missing other senses.
In any event, Becky’s served us chicken-fried steak strips, complete with a cup of gravy, fries, ketchup and Texas toast which is merely a thick slice of ordinary toast. It was pretty good despite the stature of the operator.

January 19

Driving day. We drove over a 7500’+ pass on our way out of Alamagordo up Hwy 70 to Tularosa, Ruidoso (home of Ruidoso Downs Race Track at about 7000′ elevation) and then east to the Mescalero Apache Indian Reservation and on through Roswell, NM to Bottomless Lakes State Park.
Although we thought we got a good deal on fuel in Alamagordo, we were subsequently mildly disappointed when we saw diesel for $2.049 on the rez. Since we did not need fuel at the time, we passed the good deal.
Bottomless Lakes are not actually lakes but water-filled sinkholes although they exist right adjacent to the Pecos River. Water is fed into the lakes underground through limestone/gypsum deposits so the water ain’t too potable in some of the holes. They look neat and the adjacent cliffs are a work in motion as they collapse. The sinkholes are believed to be collapsed caverns.
One strange notation about this place: WHAT IS THAT FART SMELL? The stench of farts or pig shit or upwind cattle feed lot operations permeates the place. I was going to blame it on Peggy because I couldn’t remember farting but even when she took a stroll the stench remained so blame was out of the question. We could not see any pig farms or cattle lots around so we finally figured out it was the lakes. Maybe they should rename the place “Bottom Lakes” or “Turdfondler Shores” or “Stenchville.”
We went to the visitor’s center for the park and met Jim, the docent. Since nobody else was there, he took us through the place and showed us the good stuff. He is quite a character and reminded both Peggy and me of Peg’s dad, Sam. He has some strange little props to greet you at the desk like dollar bills folded into little frogs, a tennis ball that he squeezes to make it talk and alleged alien turds. He also pointed out to us a secondary road we could drive to see most of the lakes w/o getting out of Charlotte so we drove all of it.
This park is another NM park and cost $14 a night for W&E and $18 per if you want sewer. The highways coming in are a bit bumpy.

January 18

Popped into Alamagordo to catch the Space Museum. It has stuff my folks worked on when at JPL shown (Viking) and a shitload of military rockets out front. The museum looks medium-sized from the outside but is even smaller once you get into the building. It is only $6 a head so it is worth every penny but, considering the size of the building the displays are pretty sparse. The stuff they have is neat but you can easily be in and out in 2 hours. Most of the inside of the building’s space is cleverly wasted on neat sloping ramps running diagonally through the center of the structure such that there is some display space and a myriad of views through enormous glass building walls to the outside.
The museum does have a bunch of rocket engines on display which I found fascinating but may not have had the same effect on Peggy. They also have an Apollo capsule, a tail section from a V-2 and a cutout of the ESA’s space station and a bunch of other pre-1970 technology.
From the museum we popped into a Valero for fuel and Wal-Mart for entertainment prior to returning to Oliver Lee State Park. Once there, we visited the visitor’s center, took a look at the creek behind Frenchy’s cabin and had a possible lebanese woman give us a tour of the old Oliver Lee ranch. This house was almost entirely restored from almost complete ruin so most looks pretty new but the stories about the owner are pretty good. There are rumors of escape tunnels and a pretty good guess he smoked a few folks. Pat Garrett wanted him but was disappointed.

January 17

Drove into White Sands National Monument. The place has a wonderland of bright white dunes maybe 30 feet high consisting of gypsum sand. Apparently hard rainstorms in this area wash available gypsum down creeks into a giant basin when the water ponds and promptly evaporates, leaving the gypsum behind to be blown by the prevailing wind into the dunes. The dunes are pretty active because we drove about half of the way from the highway to the end of the road in gypsum sand that now covers the road. It was a bit damp so it splattered all over the truck and dried into little gobs of weak plaster on the fenders, chrome and running boards.
The dogs we saw in the park were quite delighted to run around in the sand but, unfortunately the owners were being bad because unleashed dogs are supposedly verboten. I must have seen 20 dogs and maybe three were leashed so maybe enforcement isn’t a big issue. I liked the look of the unleashed guys best.
We took a spin through Alamagordo after the park and found it just as unremarkable as Deming. They both do have outstanding sunrise and sunset light shows and maybe that is the magnet because Alamagordo proper is plain.
One redeeming feature we did find in Alamagordo was diesel for $2.399/gallon, definitely the cheapest we have seen since June 2014.

January 16

Driving day. We drove over a 5700′ pass to Alamagordo, NM, home to Holloman Air Base, White Sands National Monument and Oliver Lee State Park. We set up in the park which is about 12 miles south of town.
Very few places in the world exist where you can see more than you can from one of the park’s camping spots. Plainly visible are Hwy 70 running SW back to Las Cruces, White Sands Nat’l Monument, a mountain range clearly visible some 60 miles away and spectacular cliffs at your back. The sunset was truly spectacular when lighting the bottoms of cloud banks 50 miles away. Definitely worth the $14 a night camping fee.

January 15

Drove into Deming over the same mud road to the 7 mile long other road that takes you to the road that will ultimately put you in town. At first and second and maybe subsequent glance, Deming is quite unremarkable but they do have a really neat Luna County Museum in the old Armory. The museum collection includes a horse-drawn hearse that is in superb condition and quite beautiful despite the somber purpose. Too bad we weren’t here yesterday so we could have missed the rain although the weather is nice today: maybe 55 degrees and a few wispy clouds.
Spent a part of the PM putting in the Barbarian Invader’s other gooseneck weather strip but found an improved method involving a screwdriver.

January 14

Drove to Deming NM in rain. The last 1/2 mile into El Rancho Lobo campground is normally dirt with some gravel but when we got there is was mud with little ruts and snowing big flakes. Trailer setup was quite brisk and very gooey. The park host (Charlie) spotted us into our site in such a way that all exterior cargo hatches, the Barbarian Invader entry door, the hitch area and both side doors of Charlotte were located directly over large areas with scant gravel but abundant glutinous mud that formed a strong bond to our Vibram soles.
Cold (freezing some) at night in this part of the world in mid-January. Elevation is still about 4500′.

January 13

We (Jed) decided we should go to Sierra Vista’s Environmental Operations Park to see what he believed would be abundant wildlife. The facility is a series of basins where treated sewage water is impounded to drain back into the aquifer, which sounded like a sound policy. Don’t know about the policy but the wildlife was a bust. We saw less than three birds but we believe we heard some others. It would be a good bird viewing area for the blind but we were underwhelmed.

From the EOP we drove over to the canyons running out of the Huachuca Mountains to give them a sniff. We went up a canyon called Miller and ran out of decent road at a place called Beatty’s Guest Ranch. It really isn’t a ranch but it is an amazing bird-watching area.

The ranch is actually a house that the woman owns and she rents out one room and serves breakfast to occasional tenants making her place a B&B. If you arrive at the right time, you can get a parking place and donate $5 a head to the plastic jar on the gate, walk about 35 feet and take a chair on her veranda/broken flagstone or cozy up in the sunshine on a garden terrace. The lady (Mary Ann?) that runs the joint is an avid bird-watcher and camps on the porch to describe what you are seeing. She is quite savvy on the species which is good because there are about 100 types of birds that visit her tiny back yard. Perhaps it is because she has a bunch of feeders and sticks halved fruit in the trees for all to enjoy and they birds know the stuff is here. The place seems to be just about halfway between the lowlands and the highlands so she gets most of the birds from both places. Saw a Pyrraloxia (sp?) which seems to be a cardinal except it is beige with separate red chunks of crown on his noggin. Never seen one before. Even non-birders should try this place out.

Still cold at night. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised since we are about at 4500′ elevation.

January 12

Peg & I went to Kartchner Caverns about halfway to Benson. The cavern tour is $23 which is a bit steep for a state park site. The caverns are neat. They give you a little shuttle ride up a hill and then send you underground. There are some common sense rules like you won’t need a jacket because it is 80 degrees and 99 percent humidity once you go through their airlocks. Since the cave is still alive and they don’t want it to dry out they have installed three airtight doors with passageway sections of paving between them. Only one door gets opened at a time. They also mist all entrants to suppress dust. The first room we went into has a great path going in but the cave isn’t that amazing. The second room we went to had a big ornate column they have titled “Kubla Khan” but I don’t see any resemblance to any historical figures. This cave is nice and they give you a little show w/ music and great lighting but after this you are on the way out. It is a good place to see once but it is only a fart in the breeze next to Oregon Caves, Carlsbad Caverns or Mammoth Caves.

After the caves we drove onto the grounds of Fort Huachuca, a commingled facility for just about all government agencies but it is primarily an army base. Back in the day, this was the home to the Buffalo Soldiers. They must have been manly men to come here and fight Apaches, a notoriously tough adversary, in this terrain.

There is a spot called Reservoir Point (?) where you can see virtually all the the San Pedro River Valley and it is a big ‘un. Spectacular views. We got pix.

January 11, 2015

Got Charlotte Taylor Wilson out on the highway today. Drove almost due east and ran across a town called Fairbank (no “s”). Two or three different railroads ran through here back in about 1880-1910 and some of the buildings are still left. Most anybody going to Tombstone w/o a horse came here by rail and took a stagecoach to T’stone.

From this non-place we went a bit further east then turned south to Tombstone. It has a nice city building but the rest seems to be re-created stuff made to look like you would expect it to; it appears to be sort of a poorly-done Knott’s Berry Farm.

Almost without stopping, we goosed Charlotte down the road to a gorgeous little town called Bisbee. Actually, half of the town (the NE half) is like a little fairyland of houses but they all seem to be built on top of the former layer of fairy tale houses. Skinny, mostly one-way streets run up and down and across the steep canyon walls passing neat little cottages on postage stamp size lots. A couple of houses appear to have been built directly over the creek with some of the foundation on one side of the creek and the rest of the foundation across the creek. I imagine it would be noisy when it is raining. Peggy and I went into a tiny museum on the skinny portion of the main drag and wouldn’t you know it, we spotted another two-headed cow (stuffed) but this one seems to have two faces on one head while the two-header in John Day, OR has two separate heads sort of merging into one set of shoulders. Of course we took pictures.

We drove out of what we thought was all of Bisbee going SW when we came across what seems to be a different town but it also claims to be Bisbee. This Bisbee is quite ugly unless you are one of those folks who reveres shacks and deserted dwellings.

We continued westbound until we passed Coronado Monument again. You can see the border fence running through the adjacent river valley and it is hideous but impractical. What a pork project. It would seem that the decision makers in Washington did not recognize that Mexicans are thoroughly versed in the use of ladders and capable, therefore, of easily scaling the fence almost without delay to their northward passage. We drove back up 92 and 90 to Quail Run.