sleeping by sinkholes sounds safe

It was a long day driving across west Texas on some two lane state highways with zero rest stops. I was good on gas and such, but I mean, at some point a girl has go to go ya know? I do have my own personal lavatory in my mobile home but I couldn’t even find a place to pull off the highway to use it! Nothing but ranch land, oil derreks, and cotton fields for hours. The only turn offs were one lane dirt roads that I’d never be able to turn around on. Finally I pulled off and blocked this “driveway” when I couldn’t stand it anymore! Glamorous isn’t it?

Eventually I crossed the state line into New Mexico. I knew this not because of some big visitor center or welcome signs, but rather a subtle change in the color and condition of the road. Now New Mexico does have some little rest stops that were quite cute- picnic areas with metal shades and all the quaint metalworking horses and cowboys and what not. I drove through the town that makes a LOT of them (maybe all!?) and it actually made me wish that I had a ranch just so I could custom design a grand entryway with cowgirls and bicycles marking my territory.

I was thoroughly enjoying the landscape all the way to Bottomless Lakes State Park where I had a reservation, just for the night, and was delighted to discover I’d gained an hour and would have plenty of time to ride my bike around the park. After driving the wrong way into the campground I completed a long slow loop to get situated the right way to pull into my waterfront spot. The wind was atrocious however (and smelled like poop). Eddy the camp host discouraged riding the loop and suggested I hit the mountain bike trail on the north side instead. Well that would be great if ya know, I had a mountain bike. So I resigned to running the trail instead.

It was a good run, just windy as hell. I could hardly enjoy the scenery for trying to not trip on the rocks. I did have some fun playing with the GoPro though in some of the easier sections where I could set up the tripod without getting stuck by a cactus.

 Eddy had also mentioned that sunset was nice from the bluff above the campground. He wasn’t wrong. From up there I could also get a better idea of the whole lake area including the beach that I’m sure must be busy in the warmer months. Gobs of picnic areas for the day users. Later I would wander around with a headlamp to stargaze but it got a little eery in the pitch dark.

I moseyed into Roswell for dinner and drove around for a while before picking a place off Yelp. I didn’t really have any interest in the alien stuff and reviews of the #1 attraction (the UFO museum) weren’t that good so yeah, I passed. Big D’s Downtown Dive sounded like a promising spot for a bite and I was a little disappointed to discover it was like an order at the counter type place. No atmosphere or bar to hang out and chat with locals. The food was really good though so the reviews were right in that regard. My lazy eyed order taker spent a lot of (perhaps too much) time chatting with me about the level of heat in the sauce on my Angry Hippie sandwich but totally failed to mention that the garlic fries I added were freakishly peppered and basically inedible.

After dinner I wanted to star gaze but it was cooooold. So I went for a stroll around the lake to try and stay warm while watching for shooting stars. Then I got creeped out by weird noises in the dark so I set up a chair on the beach in front of my site. No shooting stars. Much sadness. New Mexico state parks have really really good free wifi so I watched some Netflix and tossed and turned. I had woken up pretty early, had a long day of driving, a hard run, and some wine. Sleep should have come, but it did not. There’s something in the atmosphere in the area and I was up til at least 3am jumping at every weird noise. In my state, I completely forgot to unhook the water hose and the line definitely froze. I used my tank store til it thawed out enough to push some water through but I had to shake a bunch of icicles out of it before unhooking for the drive. Thankfully Airstream has anti-freeze tanks so it was just a hose issue and the sun thawed it out pretty quickly. So many details to trailer life. In light of the refrigerator debacle the day before, I stopped at an RV park near town to refill my empty propane tank before heading to White Sands. With another few nights booked at a state park and overnight temps below freezing I didn’t want to risk running out! I feel like I’m getting the hang of this thing but it never goes perfectly.

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