Sunday was a good day for driving. The nice neighbors from Florida pulled out at 9:30, leaving me plenty of time to get packed up and on the road, missing the huge mud puddle. I did have to hoochy-goo around a little, and stopped three times before my GPS would pick me up. At last I was headed out on highway 26 to Hatch New Mexico.
There's nothing like driving from one end of the State to another. I have to say there's not much in the way of people out this direction, but Hatch's sense of humor made up for it. I wish I could have stopped at one of the many chili stands, but alas, there was no room for big RV's.
This brought back memories of Idaho, where the gullies are three miles deep. The signs warn you of wind gusts that can knock you right off the road. This one is very deep and you can see the road (sort of) climbing up the other side. Other than this, not much to see here.
I had to pass them, but it was just at the top of the hill. Instead of letting me pull back over into my lane, they tried to pass me on the right. Seriously? I ended up going over 70 mph just to get around them before they passed me again going probably 80 mph ... TOWING! Of course at the next hill, they were back down to 50. Not a Trooper in sight, nor did I see one the entire five hours of driving.
After stuffing every pillow and quilt I could find into the windows to alleviate some of the traffic noise, I hit the sack with the puppies. This morning came too early. It's going to be another five hour driving day as I head further North. This next RV park is an "iffy" one. One comment said mostly older permanent dumpy rigs right next to the highway. The alternative is an eight hour driving day, so hopefully I fit right in.