Leaving the snow laden peaks and passes of Colorado, we
descend into New Mexico. Rolling hills, arroyos and juniper forest give way to
endless miles of dry, non-descript shrublands.
From Roswell, land of green alien symbols of every sort, we travel south
and east across the immense state of Texas passing time counting red-tailed hawks,
wind machines and the gauge of our rapidly diminishing gas tank. Towing the Parachute is an expensive
proposition…we knew it would be.
A night spent outside of San Antonio brings us into the hill
country and at long last, down to sea level along the coastal plain. Trip Advisor leads us to a family run Tex-Mex
restaurant in Kingsville where we consume massive quantities of chips, salsa,
enchiladas and migas…before the final stretch, taking the pothole laden
backroads into Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge.
The Parachute gets backed into the last available space in
the Volunteer campground…full of gargantuan rv’s twice the size of our little
pee-wee. Lots of seasoned volunteers here who are “full timers”, living and
volunteering all over the country. But
that’s another entry..
The photo above shows one of the “must have” items. Yes, sets of Christmas tree lights set up
around the camper to discourage the nocturnal packrats from eating wires and
building nests in your vehicle’s engine compartment. And it works, so we are
told…
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