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Day 04 June 20 |
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I want to get on the road early so I have more time to spend with Don and Joyce who I haven't seen in several years. Breakfast is an easy choice - right down the street to Denny's which is an easy walk. | ||
I'm not a coffee drink but I have to take a picture of my hot chocolate mug for those who are. | ||
I guess I'm a boring creature of usual habit since I order an omelet, my favorite pick when I am on the road. | ||
I can only surmise that some space alien (I am in Roswell you know) teleported my plate clean while I wasn't looking. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it! | ||
On my way out of town I notice the New Mexico Military Institute off to my right. | ||
They have a very large and very impressive campus stretching off as far as I can see. Their story is - The New Mexico Military Institute (NMMI) was established in 1891 as a public military High School and Junior College in Roswell, New Mexico. Known as the West Point of the West, NMMI operates under the auspices of the State of New Mexico, under a dedicated Board of Regents that reports to the Governor of New Mexico. The school enrolls nearly 1,000 cadets at the junior college and high school levels each year from 45 states, 2 U.S. territories (Puerto Rico and American Samoa), and 35 foreign nations.
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But soon I leave Roswell behind as I head for Las Cruces. But the skies do not look favorable for me staying dry very long. | ||
And the further I go, the darker it becomes. I begin to hit some rain, but in the heat it feels very good so I don't stop and put on my rain gear. It feels kind of like a 'swamp cooler' - just enough moisture to be cool but not drenched. | ||
The new route the lady has sent me on to avoid the fires up north proves to be an excellent ride for that I am thankful. | ||
I see a little chapel tucked away on the roadside and it makes me a little lonesome for my church family back in Tennessee. | ||
One of the places she told me about was Cloudcroft. It has a bit of interesting history behind it - In the 1890s, the El Paso and Northeastern Railroad, organized by brothers Charles Bishop Eddy and John Arthur Eddy, arrived in the newly founded town of Alamogordo intending to continue the rail line north to the mining town of White Oaks and beyond. This required a steady supply of timber. In 1898 the Eddy brothers sent a survey crew into the Sacramento Mountains to determine the feasibility of extending a line up the summit to harvest the forests. The crew reported that not only was it possible, but the area could attract visitors. The name of Cloudcroft a pasture for the clouds was suggested and work on the line soon began. The village proper is at around 9,000 feet which keeps the temperatures nice during the summer. |
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As I make my way down the mountain I have to chuckle - I rode Hard Knot Pass over in the UK where 30% was the 'average' grade. | ||
There are some nice tunnels on my way down that I enjoy passing through and ... | ||
Some gorgeous views before I descend into the flatlands. | ||
I'm still amazed at how the clouds cast shadows over only part of the mountains as I see here. | ||
Too soon I'm back down to the hot flats and feeling like a tater in a microwave doing a slow cook. | ||
Fortunately a storm moves over the mountains and I get some heat relief in the form of cooler temps and some liquid sunshine. | ||
But then I descend even further into the heat without the benefit of the natural 'swamp' cooler of rain. | ||
When I arrive in the area of Don and Joyce's House in Las Cruces I blow right by it as lot of it is new construction and I can't put my hands on their house number. I stop at the end of the street and call them. Don tells me they're back at the top of the hill so I do an about face and and land at the right spot. They have been my dear friends for many years and I try to stay in contact with them. They moved from Coarsegold, CA near Yosemite down to Las Cruces after much frustration with the various things going on in California. I have the pleasure of meeting their new puppy dogs - Layla - the big one, and Chia - the small one. Chia is not too interested in me until I start loving on Layla who eats it right up. Then Chia figures I must be okay and she comes over and tries to get in on the action. It's a great time as Don and I catch up on what's been going on in our lives since we last saw each other. |
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Their three grandboys are staying with them, so Joyce has taken them out for a local 'adventure'. But ever the kind and gracious lady, she fixes up a great supper of delicious spaghetti and meat balls when she returns. I finally realize how late it is and I figure I'd best get to my motel before they think I ain't coming. I hug them both, wish them well and head for my place of rest tonight. |
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I arrive at the LaQuinta and it seems to be in a state of 'refurb'. | ||
They put me in the 'annex' up on the second floor which is a long way from the door. It's a lot of tug and pull to get my stuff up there since there is no elevator or luggage cart. And the door closest to BlueBelle doesn't work from the outside. I get my stuff into the room and figure out the door doesn't lock. I don't even need a key to get in and out of it. I step out of the room to see if here is a ice machine nearby and there is not. When I try to get back into my room, the door will not open at all. I wander back over to the desk and they summons a maintenance feller that has to disassemble/reassemble the door knob so I can get into my room. | ||
I find the wi-fi doesn't work either but at this point I am just too tired to care. The heat has about wrung what little energy I had left so I collapse on the bed in a comatose heap. | ||
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