I spent two peaceful nights and two placid days in Lincoln National Forest. Maybe too placid.
|No cars here.|
I told you earlier that I left my sleeping bag in Las Cruces.
One morning I just decided to leave. So I did. I'd heard of an easy hike down in High Rolls where the air is thicker.
|He heard about the hike, too. It took him a long time to boot up.|
|Salado Canyon. There is a perennial stream here.|
|Cheeky bird of Salado Canyon|
Also, there's a way I roll out of Spud (not like this) that screams SLEPT IN HERE ↩ There's really no other way to interpret it. So, I woke up before it was light, gathered a few things, then boldly waddled into the restroom.
At the Walmart, I sleep in my clothes. If I'm rousted, I really don't want to roll out of Spud in that distinctive way while wearing my jammies. I have my pride. Well, I have dignity, at least. Look, I just don't want to be rousted in my duck jammies.
I was trying to decide where to go next, and decided on Oliver Lee State Park. I wanted to relax somewhere, and this park is somewhere.
I watched this wall of dust approach for a while. Then it shifted and sandblasted someone else.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?]
Oliver Lee S.P. is snuggled right up next to the Sacramento range, about 4500 feet lower than Cloudcroft. Air is plenty thick here.
I didn't have a thermometer, my my sweatometer estimated high 90's to 100°. Oliver Lee has very nice showers which I used with gleeful abandon. I used the flush toilets the same way. No, wait, that doesn't sound right...
I want to head up into the Gilas next. So, it only makes sense, that is to say, it's logical, I mean, it's the sensible thing to do to go through Las Cruces, where happy hour happens. Luxury's lap, you know.