I left Roswell, NM, for my final leg to Alamogordo about 10:00 a.m.
Bought a postcard at the motel, then went to the Roswell post office to get postcard stamps. I know, who sends postcards anymore? Well, there are two littl'uns in Missouri that I'm going to try and send one postcard a week to.
Gassed up.
And I was on my way to my new home base.
Somewhere past Hondo, I passed by something I love about New Mexico. Someone had placed an altar in a niche on the mountainside. But it wasn't just an altar. It was art and a personal plea, too. By that I mean, for example, in the Midwest, it's not uncommon to have a Madonna statue in a yard, perhaps surrounded by flowers or a small pond. Sometimes instead of a Madonna, there's a St. Francis.
But look at this altar. There's the red paint, the arrows, the supplication "God Bless Us." There's red paint inside the alcove also.
I stopped in Ruidoso at the Billy the Kid visitor center for a pit stop. And there, I received my first "welcome to New Mexico" from the woman on duty, upon learning I was going to be a New Mexican for a year. It was nice.
The view of the masses of yellow flowers on a nearby mountainside was uplifting.
A few days ago, one of my uncles told me about a trip he took to the Ruidoso or Cloudcroft area many years ago. He came upon a dramatic view that stuck in his memory -- seeing the vast white sands in the plain below.
So I was driving from Ruidoso and I noticed a distinctive mountain on the left and then .. that dramatic view my uncle saw. I pulled over to the shoulder. A biker was already there with his camera.
A little farther along the road, I got a different take.
And so I proceeded on my way.
In short order, there I was. In Alamogordo, my new home.
Bought a postcard at the motel, then went to the Roswell post office to get postcard stamps. I know, who sends postcards anymore? Well, there are two littl'uns in Missouri that I'm going to try and send one postcard a week to.
Gassed up.
And I was on my way to my new home base.
Somewhere past Hondo, I passed by something I love about New Mexico. Someone had placed an altar in a niche on the mountainside. But it wasn't just an altar. It was art and a personal plea, too. By that I mean, for example, in the Midwest, it's not uncommon to have a Madonna statue in a yard, perhaps surrounded by flowers or a small pond. Sometimes instead of a Madonna, there's a St. Francis.
But look at this altar. There's the red paint, the arrows, the supplication "God Bless Us." There's red paint inside the alcove also.
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| Near Hondo, New Mexico. |
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| Near Hondo, New Mexico. |
I stopped in Ruidoso at the Billy the Kid visitor center for a pit stop. And there, I received my first "welcome to New Mexico" from the woman on duty, upon learning I was going to be a New Mexican for a year. It was nice.
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| Billy the Kid Visitor Center, Ruidoso, New Mexico. |
The view of the masses of yellow flowers on a nearby mountainside was uplifting.
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| View from Billy the Kid Visitor Center, Ruidoso, New Mexico. |
A few days ago, one of my uncles told me about a trip he took to the Ruidoso or Cloudcroft area many years ago. He came upon a dramatic view that stuck in his memory -- seeing the vast white sands in the plain below.
So I was driving from Ruidoso and I noticed a distinctive mountain on the left and then .. that dramatic view my uncle saw. I pulled over to the shoulder. A biker was already there with his camera.
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| View of White Sands, New Mexico |
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| View of White Sands, New Mexico |
A little farther along the road, I got a different take.
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| View of White Sands, New Mexico |
And so I proceeded on my way.
In short order, there I was. In Alamogordo, my new home.
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