There will be some excitement of the Earth-y kind at Paseo Del Rio tomorrow. So exciting that the ranger suggested I might want to move back a little. That's excitement.
Have you seen the sign on Exit 92 (I-25) that points you to Rock House? If you read it and think of the Commodores, stop it. No one else does.
Don't let them kid you. The "toilet" is where you make it.
Still, isn't it amazing how many camping possibilities there are at this one park? I'm only showing you half the map.
I did my due diligence and still found nothing solid on Rock House. So, I just took the same pictures everyone else does.
You're not likely to see many shots from the back of the house, since the structure sits right on the edge of a cliff.
I met Paco again today. He's a big pittie who greets me by putting his mouth completely around my arm. It's cute and gentle, and it makes me laugh. I also met his man, Juan, who camps around town in a beautiful little trailer he built himself. He's a carpenter with lots of work in town. Otherwise, he says, he'd be out in nowhere.
And that's your weekend update.