Still in New Mexico, we say good morning to the roadrunner wandering the RV Park, then head west. Interstate 10 is a trucker’s highway. The road is straight and flat, so I drove 70 for a while, but that required a lot of leapfrogging trucks. I slowed down to 65 and got to stay in the right lane. That was better. Easy driving.
From Las Cruces, past the turnoff to Silver City at Deming, by Lordsburg; moon in the windshield all morning. Through the border patrol checkpoint (with Judy clicking her seatbelt to make sure I didn’t get another ticket for an “unrestrained wife”) and New Mexico was gone.
Smallish ravens in the air; must be Chihuahan Ravens. Lordsburg. Willcox. Lunch at Texas Canyon. White throated swifts above the boulder cliffs. Ladderback woodpecker in the scrub trees. On past Benson, and down the hill into Tucson. We got to drive two days in a row. Nice trip.
We didn’t change time zones, but we drove into Arizona, so we changed the clocks.
Lows in the twenties and thirties in Santa Fe; a little cool. Lows in the forties at Las Cruces; better. Here in Tucson, it’s late at night and the outside temperature is still in the eighties. No more winter camping rules for a while. Beaudry RV Park. Gila woodpeckers. Curve billed thrashers. Private hot-tub site. Stars. Oleander hedge. Overhanging mesquite tree. A new client on Monday. We’ll stay here a week.
