After two days in the solitude of the Franklin Mountains a strip mall parking lot, during Christmas shopping rush, is a very rude awakening. And, with virtually no places to park out of the way with this big rig, I squeezed into a regular car lot taking up two spaces. To get out we had to back the rig from the space. Jackie has become an expert at hand signals and guided me out of the space without leaving any paint behind.
Las Cruces is a warmed-over, cleaned-up, El Paso, TX. It seems that the social-economic divide leaves the have-nots on the border and sends the more advantaged north to Las Cruces.
The Organ Needle Mountains, from 20 miles, in Las Cruces, NM
A sign inside an outdoor bus waiting shelter. No bums allowed?
Hey, it's the city, keep it quiet, eh?
Do not throw the baby out with the bath water.
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