Get up for an early start. On Highway 10 to Deming. Love the vast open landscape. Winds gusting push against my rig. Reports call for gusting up to 50mph. Stopped into Deming with the thought of staying over night. Town is very quiet. Nobody seems to be here. I stop in boot store. Try on some cowboy boots. I like the fit and look so I buy a pair. Check that off my list. Went into the town museum and find some cool stuff. An exhibit of a cowboy chuck wagon with all authentic gear. The wagon reminds me of my wagon (RV). I’m feeling a cowboy connection as I travel through the west and sample the relics. Love the Pueblo Peoples pottery collection.
Decide that this town is too dead. A ghost town is much more interesting than this little blah-zay place. I get back on freeway and decide to risk the blustering wind.
There’s a fresh pre-fab house tipped over on the median. A big rig lost its load in the wind. Disaster. The next town is Lordsburg. Spoke to a few folks at the truckstop. Truckdrivers reassured me wind direction is ok for traveling and I’d be fine in RV. Made it to the highway 80 turnoff and took it south toward Douglas. Absolutely no traffic. Just me.
So I stop my rig in middle of highway, take a selfie, and let dogs out to do business.
Stopped at Geronimo Monument to mark the nearby point of surrender at Skeleton Canyon. A moment of silence. I have a deep respect for the native peoples who once thrived on this land. The story unfolds and Geronimo was imprisoned with his people for over twenty years in Florida, for trying to defend his homeland. There’s a great image out in the world with a picture of Geronimo and three of his warriors, headline: Homeland Security: Fighting terrorism since 1492.
Rolled into Douglas Arizona around 7pm. Cruised down main street then off into some random residential area. Found a dive bar called La Frontera, painted in wobbly letters on the side of a low cinder block wall. Went inside. Very poor. looked like a gypsy shack inside.
There were 4 people, including bartender. I ask for a Bud on tap. The bartender has a few missing teeth. The place is filthy and I try not to touch anything. They have five or six TVs playing different stations. I ask if we can watch the republican debate. The bartender is a young pretty woman. Sad she has a dental problem. She’s not letting her teeth issue slow down on the smile action. She turns the station for me and the ‘debate’ has just started. Trump rattles on about building a wall to stop illegal immigrants. I expect a reaction from the Mexican ‘crowd’ but no reaction. Numb to politics.
It was late so I stayed parked on the residential street just 5 blocks from Mexican border. Every house here has a dog in the yard. Every dog is barking when I walk by with JP and GG. I want to apologize to these folks for disturbing the peace. Some yards have plastic lit religious decor on the lawns. Homes seem run down and neglected.
Decide that this town is too dead. A ghost town is much more interesting than this little blah-zay place. I get back on freeway and decide to risk the blustering wind.
There’s a fresh pre-fab house tipped over on the median. A big rig lost its load in the wind. Disaster. The next town is Lordsburg. Spoke to a few folks at the truckstop. Truckdrivers reassured me wind direction is ok for traveling and I’d be fine in RV. Made it to the highway 80 turnoff and took it south toward Douglas. Absolutely no traffic. Just me.
So I stop my rig in middle of highway, take a selfie, and let dogs out to do business.
Stopped at Geronimo Monument to mark the nearby point of surrender at Skeleton Canyon. A moment of silence. I have a deep respect for the native peoples who once thrived on this land. The story unfolds and Geronimo was imprisoned with his people for over twenty years in Florida, for trying to defend his homeland. There’s a great image out in the world with a picture of Geronimo and three of his warriors, headline: Homeland Security: Fighting terrorism since 1492.
Rolled into Douglas Arizona around 7pm. Cruised down main street then off into some random residential area. Found a dive bar called La Frontera, painted in wobbly letters on the side of a low cinder block wall. Went inside. Very poor. looked like a gypsy shack inside.
There were 4 people, including bartender. I ask for a Bud on tap. The bartender has a few missing teeth. The place is filthy and I try not to touch anything. They have five or six TVs playing different stations. I ask if we can watch the republican debate. The bartender is a young pretty woman. Sad she has a dental problem. She’s not letting her teeth issue slow down on the smile action. She turns the station for me and the ‘debate’ has just started. Trump rattles on about building a wall to stop illegal immigrants. I expect a reaction from the Mexican ‘crowd’ but no reaction. Numb to politics.
It was late so I stayed parked on the residential street just 5 blocks from Mexican border. Every house here has a dog in the yard. Every dog is barking when I walk by with JP and GG. I want to apologize to these folks for disturbing the peace. Some yards have plastic lit religious decor on the lawns. Homes seem run down and neglected.
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