I’m in New Mexico!! Seems like I’ve been waiting to get here for months, and now I’m finally here! (And yes, the speed limit sign says 75 mph!)
Last Wednesday started my five-night stay at Chiricahua, which has zoomed to the short list of coolest places I’ve stayed. Between the rocks and the hiking and the complete and utter silence and darkness at night, I loved it. Also, tons of bird song during the daylight hours, which is something I had not even realized I missed until I had it once again up there. I’ve done a few posts about Chiricahua, so I’ll just put one photo here. The campground is way back in that canyon you see.
Last week was also notable for me falling in love with Sandhill Cranes at Whitewater Draw, southwest of Willcox, Arizona, where I saw thousands of them flying in and landing. They land great. I could watch that show all day.
There is a small group of Sandhill Cranes here in Deming and, yes, I have pulled over twice in two days to listen to them squawking and watch them feeding. They fly over the border to Mexico at night so I have to miss that part of the fun.
My campsite for another five-night stint is at Rockhound State Park, perched at the base of a small range about 10 miles out of Deming, New Mexico. The campsites are huge, especially if one has a tiny trailer, and I’m enjoying the spaciousness of my site after the slightly cramped site at Chiricahua.
The stars would also be great if the moon wasn’t beaming so brightly this week, but the moon is cool. It’s pretty dark at night as far as lights go, with just the slightest twinkle of Deming’s city lights off in the distance out my front window.
The sky is huge. I can see miles to the north and west, and for a kid who grew up in LA, that’s an amazing sight. Deming is the big collection of buildings below, and it’s 8 miles from here as the crow (or crane) flies; those mountains are another 25 miles or so beyond Deming. So, yeah, I can see for miles and miles and miles.
Tuesday I did a little recreational driving (about 90 miles total) along the border with Mexico and through the tiny town of Hachita.
Today I’ve been hanging out, doing a little reading, some writing, and a hike that might show up later this week on the blog. Mostly I’m just enjoying the 65F and no rain weather here, despite the afternoon winds that whip across the open range.
I’m here till Friday, when I’ll move a little further down the New Mexico section of I-10 and continue my adventures in the Land of Enchantment.
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.