Parked at Camp Wal-Mart for the night. The very nice manager gave me permission, said “it would be our pleasure”! It’s been rather a charmed day.
Got on the road late – 10:30 – but even that worked out as I gained an hour back after entering Mountain Time. I woke up earlier but just couldn’t get out from under my Sherpa blanket. It was 35 and foggy but the GDB was nice and toasty.
Spent the first 15 miles on this Farm Market road out of the state park. I didn’t see a single other car. I texted John that the area reminds me of the Scottish Highlands. Only with mesquite. The fog enhanced the illusion.
Then it was back to work on lonely I-10.
My plan was to make El Paso or perhaps Las Cruces but I drove on another hour or so because the weather was nice (60 and sunny), I was well-rested, and it was 2:30 when I got to Las Cruces, too early to stop.
I stopped frequently to snack, stretch, and once to shop. I’m a sucker for these kinds of places. If the sign says Navaho blankets, moccasins, and turquoise, I’m going in.
Can you believe I left without buying anything? I kept thinking about all the vendors in Quartzsite.
The real excitement occurred when the GDB got weighed for the first time.
|Front Axel = 3860, Rear Axel = 4320, Gross Wt = 8180. |
This was with me on the scale, 1/2 tank gas, and no onboard water.
It hardly bothered me at all when, 2 miles down the road, the price was $2.93/gal.Then another first. I went through a border patrol station where they asked if I am traveling alone and whether I am a citizen. Yes to both, and I was on my way again.
Is there such a thing as “trail magic”? For instance, this afternoon I needed to consult the Atlas, a hazardous task for any solo driver. At that precise moment, the traffic came to a stop due to road construction. Perfect timing! By the time I got my bearings, we were moving again.
This was my longest mileage day yet at 297 miles.
The GDB just glided through beautifully!