I’m sitting under a cement canopy at a fine cement picnic table. Marty’s about the length of a football field–that’s 100 yards or so–away at the showers. Maze and Pip are here with me, trying to stay cool in the breezy heat of the high desert.
The air conditioner in the RV isn’t working! It’s hot in there, but I’ve posted a question in the Pleasureway forum about it, and hope to have an answer tonight. If not, we’ll drive on down to Las Cruces tomorrow, and hope that someone there can help us out. I made a new friend, Carol, this afternoon. She’s a camp host here at Santa Rosa Lake State Park. Carol travels throughout New Mexico in her Winnebago Aspect, taking care of campsites and campers in NM’s state park system. She’s been full-timing since 1997, and it suits her. Got a nice tour of her RV, which is SO much more spacious than ours, but of course, there are trade-offs. It’s not as easy to get in and out of places, especially parking, as with a smaller rig, and Carol’s considering trading hers for a van-based RV when she moves back into her sticks-and-bricks. She thinks she’d enjoy a smaller RV for visiting family and friends, as long as she’s not full-timing in it.
The famous NM skies are living up to their reputation here, regional fires notwithstanding. The sky is long and low, and accented by occasional bright white and purple cumulus clouds. One I saw today was shaped like a majestic anvil, pressing down through azure blue to meet orange hills beneath it.