Naco

Unfortunately, I came down with some kind of stomach icky for three days. I am better now and have played golf a couple of times. For you golfers, this is a sweet little course. They have names for each of the holes and the only one I can remember off-hand is "rattlesnake". Rattlesnake is the 5th longest hole in the US, a 6 par. Not good for one's ego when you consider a boggie is a bloomin 7! Yukie! Oh, it comes by its name honestly, crawling with real rattlesnakes.

The club house is very nice with a restaurant that serves great food. Everyone is very nice and I sure could come back next year. Several of us from LaVeta are playing golf, bridge and taking short trips to see the sights. Lots of fun. I put up my awning and laid down my new blue/white patio rug then the rain came. Took down the awning. Today is bright and promises to be sunny. Deb, Larry and I will either play golf or go to Sierra Vista, depending on the wind speed.

The coyotes here are fabulous. Probably because they are so close, but they really sing to us. I just love it. Every evening and early morning dawn I get the seranade. Oh, life is so good. Lots of beautiful birds but I don't know much about them. There is a hummingbird sanctuary near by that I plan to visit.

We are hoping that the desert will burst forth in bloom with the splash of rain we had. Such a beautiful place if you like the desert. Also, it is kind of a thrill to look out my window into Mexico. In fact, the border patrol picked up 500 lbs of maryj two days ago at the border crossing in Naco. Whew! That was close.

This RV park is full of $350 rigs that are absolutely hugely obscene. I refer to the Casita as "The Rose Among Thorns". Some of these folks are from Canada and have been coming down here for years. I can see the attraction.

Time now for breakfast and Foxy's long walk. Just got the word, Tee time at 10:40, yeah!

Where Are The Keys??

The Fox and I blew into Naco yesterday around 3pm after a long hot drive from Deming, NM. Saw lots of desert along the way and considered stopping at one of many state parks but decided to push onward.
Larry was johnny-on -the -spot to help park the Casita and getting set up. Once again I am facing the ever more frequently occurrence of missing keys. This time I couldn't find the pad lock keys to unlock the hitch from the car ***&^%$. Looked high, low, up, down and in between. No luck! So, until we find a bolt cutter I am without a car. No problemo, plenty of friends around to help me out with transportation.

First thing was a birthday party for Ginny. We had lots of pie and ice cream. Later, it was on to Bisbee for dinner and a couple of hours to catch up on the news of friends and La Vetians. This morning the brave hit the golf course in the face of sand and wind and I washed clothes, put away the winter clothes and got out the summer garb. Lots of wind as a cold front moves in. You can count on it with me. . . everywhere I go comes the cold. No Escape.
Tonight we are going out for ribs then dancing?? Well, you never know.

Foxy has met most of the other canines and renewing old acquaintances. I am a bit worn and feel the old migraine coming on. Thank goodness for drugs! Speaking of which, a few of us are walking across the border and stock up tomorrow.

Almost time for dinner.

New Mexico

We left Ft Davis, TX the day before yesterday and what a gorgeous drive out of the mountains. I guess I am just enamored with the desert beauty, could hardly keep my eyes on the road. After leaving the mountains it was a straight shot across level desert into El Paso. The last time I was there was 1971. Wow, have things changed. The city seemed huge to me, dusty, all highways and traffic. We plowed through to Anthony, a small town on the TX/NM border. Why Anthony?? Well, my toilet wouldn't flush and needed a new valve (flusher to most of us). I parked at the Great American Gravel Flats RV Park adjacent to Camping World and waited for Monday. What a horrible place to stay. This is a new park with absolutely no trees, bushes or even grass. . . just gravel for what seemed miles, interspersed with electric boxes, dumps and water faucets. . . hundreds of them. The old gal who runs the place gave me a 5 min lecture on picking up dog poop. I wanted to pop her in the chops! She kept saying "It's not me, it's the owner."

There were several signs located around the park showing the EXITS; however, when I left in the am there were no longer any signs, only orange cones blocking every (did I say every) street. Oh, did I also say that there were about 10 rigs and around 500 parking spaces?

Woops, let me back up a bit. When the repair guy asked me for the keys to the Casita to fix the T I couldn't find them. UGH. So back to Gravel Flats to see if I dropped them there. After a search of car, purse and ground I gave up. They used a pass key to gain access. At least I thought they did. When the repair guy showed me the working T I said that I would have to have a pass key made before I left. He looked at me quizzically and said why, here are the keys (he was holding them). I couldn't believe it. He said he found them on the door handle of the passenger side of the car (on the outside!). Well, whadaya know.

The next 2 hrs we drove on to Deming where we are parked in the LOW RV Ranch. Something to do with Loners, singles (legally single, guess they had trouble with the other kind@#$%??)/. So I stayed and joined them for happy hour with my bottle of water then on to the pot luck. Yummy, meatloaf, two vegie hot dishes and a Rum cake I couldn't eat. The company was interesting and pleasant. These are full-time RVrs all in their late 60/70's. One guy said he never knows if he'll be around for the next day. . . he can't even buy green bananas just in case. . . . . . Broke me up!

Fox is looking at me with soulful eyes, please take me out to play. So, I am off to somewhere after a dog walk and shower. Later. . .