Location: Percha Dam State Park, Arrey, New Mexico then home
A fifth night of temperatures requiring the air conditioner. I’m looking forward to not hearing it. But then again, the AC drowned much of the road noise a dozen feet away from my ears.
Time to pack up and get home. Margo reserved one of the few, maybe the only, full service campsite so dumping the tanks did not require us to travel to Caballo State Park a couple of miles away. It was during dumping the tanks when we found out we parked six inches too far away. No problem. Pull out the joint and the second length. The joint is nowhere to be found. We were having to hook up the truck anyhow so we hooked up and moved forward a couple of feet.
With the memory of last trip’s surprise turd release into our back yard, I hooked up the water hose to the previously ignored black tank cleaner inlet. Near as I can figure out – because I can’t see it – it’s a horizontal piece of pipe with holes on the bottom and sides to spray water all about the tank. Two minutes Margo says. That we do. We are thinking we need a clear 90 degree turn into the dump hole so we can see when it flows clear. You can be darn sure Margo went inside and glugged in the gallon of extra water and also stepped on the flusher to make sure it didn’t create a vacuum.
We tootle past young plant fields and pecan orchards flooded with canal water we most likely saw upstream. Onions are almost finished. Peppers starting to bloom. Corn height is all over the place — 6″ up to as high as an elephant’s eye. We pass fields until we get outside Las Cruces. For a couple of miles it is nothing but salt cedar. The river is running much higher than usual because Colorado had a higher than usual snow pack last winter. So New Mexico is getting more water and releasing more water. The river is so high that a few more inches and it would overflow the banks. Gotta hand it to the folks who determine water releases. They fill to the brim.
Outside Las Cruces we see digital sign messages we’ve not seen before. Message about the danger of blowing dust. It’s a big deal. Lots of accidents from it. The signs actually tell you what to do. Pull over as far as you can. Turn off blinkers, headlights. Put on emergency brake and take foot off brakes. Then wait. Five to 20 minutes later it will probably be over. Here’s an article by the Albuquerque Journal. We are lucky. No dust storms around yet.
I went through one three years ago on the way to Texas. Between Seminole and Big Springs. I had no idea what I was seeing and had no idea it could get that confusing. It was like driving in fog. I pulled over and waited, but didn’t know I should have turned off the lights and such. Of course, there were the idiots who raced through it.
For the fourth time this year we chugged over the pass northeast of Las Cruces. Three lanes are reduced to one for some sort of repair. Margo was trying to keep up speed and some jerk in a small car slowed down to talk on the phone. We never did get our speed back up after that.
It’s another hot day on our return. By now we have our arrival pattern down to an art. Margo lets the dogs out to potty and drink. I open the gate and immediately turn the hose on the garden. Whew! The garden took a heat hit even with someone coming over mid-trip to water.
Margo backs the trailer into position. I take the sewer hose and fresh water hose tubs out of the cargo hold. Both tubs have liquid in the bottom. One ain’t clean at all. I stretch the fresh water hose on the chain link fence to dry. The sewage hose and parts are re-rinsed and draped over a tree branch. It too will dry before being put away. How the heck do we dry stuff when we travel with multiple stops.
It takes about an hour to get everything squared away. It’s nice to travel, but just as nice to get home. I head for the mountains with HappyDog. I’ve got lots to do this next month because I am prepping the mountain home for sale.