Showing posts with label New Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Mexico. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2024, Back on the Road, move to Deming, NM

The Maritime Journey Begins

We finished the packing that started 3 days ago and headed out earlier than we expected. We will be on the road for more than six months this trip, so we made an effort to think of everything we might need. This was our first time in the motorhome since it was in the shop for warranty repairs and it will be the longest we have spent since we downsized. It will be a true test of the Greyhawk's capacity to support full-time Rving.

Today's trip was 285 miles to Dreamcatcher RV Park in Deming, NM. An hour from home, as I was thinking of lunch, we realized we had forgotten the last few things in the refrigerator including the chicken tenders and potato salad that had my mouth already watering. You always forget something, so if this was the worst of it we will be fine.

Another fun game while traveling is to guess “What was that noise?” We heard a new one this trip. It sounded like a huge cooler filled with ice and water suddenly poured out in the back. Clueless as to its source, Joani investigated and found the bedroom window had shattered scattering glass all over the bedroom.


It's funny how different our perceptions are! For me, it was a small bag of ice.
And, miraculously, no glass landed on the bed or beyond.
Thank goodness it didn't suck the lowered blind out the window!

We had no option but to push on to Deming. Joani checked the weather which said it would be clear for the next few days. It did not show the storm that was between us and Deming. Luckily, we were able to outrun the rain and stay dry.


It was a nail-biter for the last 20 miles. The rain passed through the west side of Deming, but our campground was on the east side.

Maybe we outran the rain, but we did not want to risk leaving it, so we quickly taped up the window using a rain poncho but it needed much more to hold up driving. 


It was not easy to maneuver the thin plastic of the poncho in the 30mph winds while on a ladder. Can you make out where the hood is?


A trip to the trusty Walmart yielded some heavy plastic, a backing board, and a roll of super sticky duct tape. To our relief, the rain was no longer a threat and the winds had died down. As we sealed up our window, we noticed the neighbor had a shattered window as well.


This may need to keep us dry for at least a month.
We will be working with Jayco to arrange warranty repair in Sioux Falls.


At least she had an explanation – a reckless RV driver bashed her mirror and window while pulling out of a gas station. While we were on a roll, we taped some plastic over her cardboard to keep it dry until it could be replaced.


Later, I noticed something did not feel right as I opened one of the cabinets. The cabinet trim had been replaced while in for warranty work, so the technician had to remount the cabinet doors. Each door had a specific location on the cabinet and you might think he would have randomly installed at least one of them in the correct place – but no!


Last year, there had been a mystery leak that caused some of the trim to swell at the floor.To fix this, they had to replace some of the cabinet facings.

He put the center door on the bottom, the bottom door on the top, and the top door in the middle. Maybe it's an easy fix but I will have to show the dealer the pictures so they know next time.

So our first day back on the road was a little bit of the same old thing sprinkled with some weirdness. I ended the night outside gazing at a beautifully clear, dark sky.

May 29 thru June 12, 2021, Eastbound to Begin Summer Travels

As Arizona heated up it was time to get the coach back on the road and travel to cooler climates or at least visit family and friends back east. Deming, NM, had become a regular stop for us on the way east or back since it is about 285 miles from Mesa - just the right distance for a good day's drive. We always find time to visit the Luna Mimbres Museum. Joani would love to find her own geode in the desert and finds inspiration in this section every time.

We drove through City of Rocks State Park a few miles north of Deming to see if it had potential as a future stop. It was interesting but probably a bit too rustic for us. 


From Deming we made our way to Monahans Sandhills State Park (353 miles). This was our third visit to this gem. We try to stop here anytime we travel along I-20 in Texas. The cloudy skies threatened rain but also gave us a colorful sunset.


The skies cleared the next day giving us some beautiful weather for exploring the dunes.



We have discovered the desert has a special kind of beauty that grows on us a bit more every time we visit.




In Weatherford, TX, (320 miles) we boondocked at my cousin's ranch. I call it a ranch because I don't have another name for 17+ acres. Steve, and his entire family, took us into town for a Memorial Day parade. They do things up big in Texas.



Sunsets are certainly colorful at the ranch.

June 1 thru August 13, 2020, Summer Travels

 
Our stay in Mesa, AZ, at Val Vista Villages, was now officially our longest in one place since we started full-time traveling in December of 2012. June was an unusually hot month but our A/C kept up with demand and we stayed cool or spent time in the pool (until it was closed in pandemic response). Friends Tina and Ron called it quits with their traveling and gave us a nice awning screen which made outdoor activities tolerable most mornings.


One day we kept hearing a tapping sound at the door. I finally spied this Gambel's Quail arguing with her reflection in the panel below our door. She and her babies finally ambled off across the road leaving us in peace.



We had agreed to terms on a Park Model in the Fiesta section. Penny and Jim already had their new house so I helped them with some odds and ends to hurry along their move. Joani, ever anxious to get started bought two new ceiling fans which Penny allowed me to install even before the sale had closed. Then Joani found the perfect sofa sleeper for the living room. Since the house was now empty we put it inside as well. I did worry just a bit about everything we were doing before the house was ours but, as long as I didn't do anything permanent or destructive, I rationalized it would be OK.

The process of buying a park model is very much like buying a used car - you simply sign the back of the title and register the exchange (technically it is a Recreational Vehicle). Since they could not find the original title they had to apply for a replacement - that delayed things a bit.


Our daughter, Kate, was finished with the school year and thought about driving out to Mesa. I suggested, as an alternative, she could fly out and then ride back with us in the coach. Everyone agreed and we had a plan. Kate could see the park model and maybe even help with some of the initial remodeling. She was able to stay in it while Joani and I stayed in the coach a few sites away. With a new place to store our treasures, we took everything out of the coach but the bare essentials so we could load up things from storage in Georgia and bring them back to Arizona. The coach was its lightest since we bought it.

That pesky replacement title stood in the way of starting any demolition and even threatened our reservations heading back to Georgia. When it finally arrived we had everything signed, notarized, and into the DMV the afternoon before we were scheduled to leave.

Kate really wanted to help with the removal of cabinets in the living room and once the place was officially ours, I consented even though we were driving the next morning, June 27th. That was a quick but satisfying demo as we moved the cabinets to the shed. I slept pretty well that night after the unexpected workout.

That was as much as we could do because we really wanted to travel back to Georgia. Between the pandemic and groups prone to shutting down highways, it was a little disconcerting to set out on a cross-country trip but it had already been much too long since we had seen our beautiful baby granddaughter, Alice. Of course, it would also be good to see the kids and family in Tennessee, too.

The straightest route east was along I-10 through Arizona and New Mexico then I-20 across Texas just south of Fort Worth and Dallas. The day started out hot, over 100 degrees F. We tried to drive with the generator running so we could use the rooftop A/C to keep us cool. Unfortunately, every time we hit a pothole the generator stopped. I was worried about using the dash air since the engine seemed to be running hot.


When we arrived in Deming, NM, we found the front roof air was no longer operational. It's always something when you have a house that moves down the road!


Our second night took us to Monahans Sandhills State Park in Monahans, TX. A surprising gem that we will visit again in the future.


We spotted several dung beetles rolling their prizes up the dunes. Just a little bit gross if you think about it too much.


There was some cloud drama and thunder and rain on the horizon. We stayed warm and dry and enjoyed a beautiful sunset. Kate thought she would sleep well with the windows open. Unfortunately, the breeze stopped when the sun set and I suspect she was not very comfortable.



Our third night was spent at my cousin Steve and Angie's place, south and a bit west of Fort Worth, TX. They have 17 acres and some nice level areas for the coach. It was a hot and humid night! The next morning Steve suggested we could take a look at the A/C. Disassembly was actually really straightforward. We quickly found the motor was seized up. Steve determined he could free the bearings with some oil and a little work. Sure enough, he had it spinning like new and reassembled in no time. We started the generator and, voila!, we had functioning A/C.


We spent two nights at the ranch and had a great time - Thank you, Steve and Angie!

Our next stay was at Ouachita Campground in Monroe, LA. Just a quick overnight where we discovered in our efforts to empty the coach we neglected to bring along a wine bottle opener. Luckily, our next-door neighbor came to our rescue. 

It was too far from Louisiana to Atlanta without one more stop this time at Jennings Ferry campground in Eutaw, AL. We had to stay a few nights in Alabama before our reservation in Georgia started. Finally, we reached Sawnee Campground in Cumming, GA, our old stomping grounds. Kate was happy to be home and said she enjoyed the trip even if it was 25 hours of driving instead of 4 hours of flying.

As quickly as we could we made our way to Jon and Sara's house. What can I say about this little angel - she was such a good-natured beauty. Always smiling and ready to melt our hearts.





Several days were spent going through everything in storage. We determined what we might want to have in Arizona and what we could fit in the RV with us. We carefully weighed everything as it was loaded so we did not exceed the coach weight limit. As it turned out, we were never close to the weight limit but we did pack until we ran out of space.

After a couple of weeks in Georgia, we said our goodbyes and drove to Lebanon, TN, where we put the coach in storage for a month while we stayed with my Mom. It was good to see family and friends. In the back of our minds, we were all the while refining plans for the park model waiting for us back in Arizona.

The pandemic hysteria seemed to escalate with each passing day making it difficult to ignore. Eventually, it made our decision to head back to Mesa seem more pressing. Joani plotted a return route along I-40 to I-30 to I-20 and finally I-10 to Phoenix. Our first night was at the Agricenter in Memphis, TN. We were familiar with this place having attended a rally there many years ago. I agreed to several long days of driving to return as quickly as possible. I was very concerned with states closing campgrounds or closing borders to travelers. We overnighted in Stinson RV Park in Campbell, TX, then a return stay at Monahans Sandhills SP in Texas and Dreamcatcher RV Park in Deming, NM, before getting back to Val Vista Villages in Mesa, AZ. That was a lot of miles in five days of driving but the peace of mind was worth the effort.

Joani and I were both excited at the prospect of a new project as a focus to keep our minds off the insanity that had its grip on the year 2020.

Thursday, December 5, 2019, Luna Mimbres Museum, Deming, NM


We decided to revisit the Luna Mimbres Museum to see what we missed. There was plenty but I only included another small sampling of their extensive collection. 


Old dolls tend to creep me out, but the docent told me I must see the doll room and it seemed rude to say "no thanks."

Joani was never a fan of dolls but a clown doll - now that's just plain creepy!


The tiny pots and baskets below were made by the Papago Indians. They were made with horse mane and tail hair and were presumed to be toys. They were only about an inch to an inch and a half in diameter and the craftsmanship was amazing.



The Mimbres pottery was all so intricately decorated. These Indians lived in the area from about 950 AD until 1200 AD. Speculation is that their population outgrew resources in the valley and they migrated north or south to join other tribes.


Mimbres burials remain distinctive from surrounding Southwest cultures through their custom of burying the dead beneath the floors of still occupied houses. Pottery clearly played an important role in burials.

It was during the interval between 1000 AD and 1130 AD that Mimbres pottery reached the peak of its development.

 In early burials, bowls were placed with the other offerings next to the body. Later, however, bowls were purposely broken and scattered around the grave. This practice gave way to yet another, as the Mimbres no longer broke the bowl into pieces, but made a single hole in the bottom of the piece and placed the bowl on the head of the body.


Below is another one of the burial bowls. As part of the burial ceremony, a hole was broken in the bottom of the bowl (to release the spirit of the bowl) which was then often placed on the deceased head.  The body and the bowl were then buried under the floor of the Mimbres homes.


The custom of breaking a single hole in the bowl is known today as “killing” the bowl, and the hole itself is called the “kill” hole. “Killing” the bowl is thought to have released the bowl’s spirit, and subsequently that of the deceased.


Hopi - Sikyatki
Polycrome - Dragon Flys
ca 1750 AD


Of course, we had to spend some more time looking over the rocks and minerals. It would be very exciting to cut into any of the rocks we collected and find something, anything close to what we saw in their collection!








Tuesday, December 3, 2019, Rockhound State Park, Deming, NM


Rockhound State Park was calling to Joani so we made a return trip. We hiked along Thunderegg Trail just a short way before exploring an interesting ravine that led up the hillside. I don't think we ever found anyplace that looked like it had never been previously picked over. Maybe that was the reason we never found any Thundereggs.

The rock below was obviously too big for my pocket but it was certainly interesting. The volcanic forces producing this rock created a most wonderful swirling mix of color.



I don't remember if I found one of the larger "keepers" or if I just said "OK" to one Joani found. Joani is hoping it might be Leopard Jasper and if it is it will certainly be our most important find of the day.


It is hard to find pictures of raw stones to see what they look like before polishing. I can see the round bits in this stone and we are in a Jasper rich area. I can't wait to slice it open and see what treasures it holds.

Traipsing through the desert environment can be hazardous. Joani noticed how many cactus spines had caught on her jacket - luckily they were not caught on her skin!


Back in the coach Joani carefully cleaned her new treasures and set them on the table for a group photo. I estimated there was another 50 pounds added to her collection but she thought it was probably only 30. (You are allowed 15 pounds each, but there is no scale offered to check.)

Oops, I was nearly 100 percent wrong in guessing the weight.


Jasper is petrified or silicated mud that dripped into gas pockets in hardened lava.