In order to get a camping space, we try to arrive at new locations on Mondays and Thursdays. On Mondays the weekend crowds have just left. On Thursday they haven't yet arrived. So far it's worked out great and I was skeptical when Rockhound State park in south central New Mexico told me they might not have a spot available on a Monday night.
But I got on line and paid the extra money it cost to get an advance reservation. I’m glad I did. There might have been an open space or two, but that was all.
And I can see why. The camp grounds were nestled at the foot of the Little Florida (pronounced Flo-Rita) mountains. The cactus was beautiful. The night time stars were wonderful. Our campsite was huge. Three are two other State Park nearby (Pancho Villa State Park and City of Rocks) and nearby Deming, NM has a great Mexican restaurant (Si Senor) and a brew pub and Jim wants to go back.
Bonus that has nothing to do with our travels: Today I read my adopted hometown’s newspaper, the Salt Lake Tribune, and this was one of the headlines:
Utah duck hunter shot in buttocks by his dog
The last line of the story is my favorite: "The dog and any ducks within range at the time of the accident were uninjured." (The hunter is OK, too, except for his pride.)
|A scenery shot.|
|Visitors' Center at Rockhound State Park.|
|More scenery. I'd love to be here when the cactus blooms.|