Day 10 -- August 8, 2021
The temperature is 59 at 5a in Santa Fe, and 49 in Angel Fire to the north.
John Muir said, "The Mountains are calling, and I must go." Yes, the mountains have called Herb and me, and we are on our way!
He puts our destination in the GPS, and we are off on our trip. The adobe construction we see in the Turquoise Trail Subdivision with its flat roofs are so appealing and so functional in this arid climate
Soon we are passed by not one, but five police cars. Obviously, someone did something they should not have done.
We finally catch up to the scene of the accident and see two cars, one white and one black, and all the police cars. Suddenly the white car takes off, with a police car in hot pursuit! 38 miles down the road we see the white car wrapped around a sign post and a fire truck on the scene. The car didn't appear to have any tires. We wonder if the police shot its tires or if the crash caused it.
The comment from Herb, a former Motorola radio salesman, is "You can't outrun Motorola." The radio system the police use can call very long range for backup.
My comment: The moral of this story is "Don't disobey the law, and don't try to run from police."
Following directions on the GPS, we are directed onto a road that becomes very crooked.
The highway is quite scenic and we begin to see the Sangre de Cristo Mountain Range at Angel Fire.
A sign tells us that we are on the Santa Fe Trail leading from Las Vegas, and the road narrows to where there is no center stripe, and the edge of the blacktop road has eroded, revealing a slight dropoff.
The GPS had directed us to Highway 434, which has turned out to be almost as bad as what I called the "Jeep Road" which we took years ago (again trusting the GPS) from Taos to Red River, coming out at Wildcat Pass and at the site of a family picnic. They allowed us to come through their private land. Driving a previous Jeep, we had crawed over boulders in the road, but fortunately, it did not high center any.
The pavement ends for a time and we travel on packed gravel.
God is with us and when we meet oncoming traffic, the cars drop off the pavement, allowing Sweet Georgia Brown to have more of the road.
Yes, we prayed, and we did not meet another motorhome. We finally arrive to our destination, Angel Nest RV Retreat and are given an upgraded site.
(What we learned: Never trust your GPS in unknown territory. When we boated, Herb would plot a course, setting all the waypoints, so that he knew exactly where the auto pilot would take him. We'll check our route on land in the future.)
Now safely at Angel Nest, we get a surprise visit from Bill and Joyce Blackman from Rayford Crossing RV Park north of Houston and Foretravel owners, who had visited with us in Livingston. They had come to Escapees RV Park only to get weighed. It is a small world, as they are staying in the RV park just down the highway.
The view outside our windshield is a quaking aspen, my favorite tree.
It is warm enough to enjoy cocktail time in front of the motor home with a view of the tree!
and of Walldog and Willie
August 8, 2021
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