Three days into the new year, and so far, so good! I ushered in the New Year at a quiet campground in New Mexico. How quiet? No fireworks, no loud parties, just a big old moon (and later, Orion overhead) to usher in 2018. It was lovely.
Wednesday and Thursday nights: Plomosa BLM, Quartzsite AZ was a beautiful stop and pretty well deserted the last few days of 2017. That’s my tiny trailer with no one around me for at least a quarter-mile 🙂
I was fighting back a cold so two days of desert air with lots of sleep and relaxation was quite welcome after the whirlwind that was December in California.
Friday night: Pima County Fairgrounds (Tucson), AZ was an interesting choice. It got me more than halfway to my next reserved campsite, and through Tucson and out the other side. The flip side was the dragway next door was hosting, well, drag races. Till almost midnight. But a good set of earplugs saved the day. Or rather saved the night. And with full hookups (yes, even my own sewer hookup!) it was a pretty good deal, since I could run the A/C a bit after I arrived, when the temperature was hovering around 85F. Yes, I know you east-coasters and midwesterners reading this are having zero sympathy for me right now…
Saturday-Tuesday nights: Rockhound State Park, NM is one of my favorite places. About 8 miles out of Deming, which itself isn’t very big, it’s one of the smallest New Mexico state campgrounds and so it’s quiet and very laid back.
The camp hosts recognized my Alto from my stay here in February, too! The short trails around the camp are just perfect for catching great photos.
Today is one of my longest-haul days, targeting 340 miles to get me all the way through El Paso and most of West Texas to Fort Stockton, which will hopefully be emerging from its spell of sub-freezing weather. Here’s hoping we all survive the cold, if it’s coming your way.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot (Little Gidding)