Too windy to do much hiking or even walking around without getting blown sideways today so I went for a drive down old Mexico way. Saw lots of Border Patrol vehicles and one check station. Those hills below are in Mexico about 3 miles away, with the photo taken from the most southerly road in New Mexico that parallels the border.
If someone wants to build a wall, the logistics are going to be rather daunting. The two roads to get here are one lane each way, and those two and this one that connects them are rough and potholed. I think the speed limit of 55 is pretty much set by how much jarring your bones and teeth can take driving on them.
Midway through my loop from campground to border and back was the almost deserted little spot called Hachita. Quite picturesque in a ghost town sort of way. I was surprised that this is actually New Hachita, and the real ghost town part of it, called Old Hachita, is another 8 miles down the road. Wow.
Good thing I didn’t need any information in this Hachita. Or a snack.
If I’d been low on gas or food, I might have wanted a stiff drink. But no to that too!
The storefront of the saloon was a study in itself.
I made it back to the campground just in time to watch a big dust storm work its way across the range from the west. Watching it spread, I’m happy to be home safe and not trying to drive in that mess.