We spent two nights at an RV park in Questa. There are advantages, but I always feel hemmed in by them. Like I'm being judged.
|"I'm just here to judge."|
|Hahahaha! What the what?|
|LOL!! THE HAIR!|
|Hoo boy. Fancy top-knot.|
|Okay, I'm judging a little.|
|"Don't stare at their hair!!"|
From there, we headed toward Eagle Nest State Park, where everyone who was anyone had gathered. We met Swankie Wheels (Charlene), and Evie and her mom, Joy.
Red River, New Mexico
Red River is lively and bustling with commerce.
|How is that possible?|
|I put this here for you Texans. He was down to strawberry.|
|I don't see you, and I never shall.|
|We waddled around saying "duck-like" for two days.|
|Don't make me do the pelican limerick. Again.|
The visitor's center at Eagle Nest State Park is straw-bale construction.
|Just remember, it's like the country.|
Eagle Nest is a cute little town, and it also has a nice thrift store, Angel's Attic.
Eagle Nest State Park has charm, enchantment, and magic. It does not have hookups, a dump station, or Verizon wifi reception.*
*Swankie did have 3G with her Verizon jetpack, but the price was that she put it on top of her van and drove away. I don't recommend that kind of Faustian bargain. Evie and Joy had AT&T reception.
We managed to find 1) a burrito, and 2) a good cup of coffee in Cimarron. Plus a walking tour.
|We didn't stay here, but that review almost swayed me.|
|All you need is $2 and a dream. Alone, I might have killed off the afternoon in here.|
I'm no architect, but I was unreasonably excited by this building. Check out those lines! One hundred fifty-one years old, and plumb plumb.
The old jail. These guys weren't kidding around with their penal system.
St. James Hotel, Cimarron, New Mexico