Day 116 – Thursday 11/1/18

Tripometer – 13,081 mi

Gas Gauge –  983.676 gal

Location – Rock Hound State Park, Deming, NM

Lodging – FREE

Cans of OFF – 4

We’ve noticed on the past few move days that as soon as we start packing up the trailer Ranger starts power napping. He passes out either under the table or trailer and doesn’t come out until we call him to put him in the car. Even after 4 months of travelling over 13,000 miles, Ranger still can’t sleep in the car. At his most inactive he lies in the back seat but refuses to lower his head to rest on the seat. We’re guessing that he’s figured out the signs of a long travel day ahead and knows he needs to get some sleep because he won’t be able to sleep in the car.

As we walked into the park office this afternoon to check out, we were accosted by a baby goat in an RV checking out at the same time. We’re not sure how we left without a picture.   🙁

We headed North out of the RV Park and had driven to almost the mid point between Tombstone and the next town north, 15 miles from ANYTHING when we realized the gas gauge was on dead empty. Comforting ourselves with the knowledge that we had 2 gallons of gas in the can for the generator if all else fails, we made it to town and the gas station and filled the tank with 20.48 gallons of gas. Hopefully that will be the largest fill-up of the trip.

We stopped for lunch at Adolfo’s Taco Shop in Willcox, AZ. Besides having the best tacos of the trip so far (and that’s saying something), we ran into the most amazing artwork that we’ve seen in the Southwest. The painting above was large and in charge of almost an entire wall in the restaurant. Is this the Southwest equivalent of a velvet Elvis?

We pulled into Rock Hound State Park fairly late in the evening, almost dark in fact. Predictably there were no sites left in the park for the evening but while talking to the camp host we learned that at least one person was planning on leaving in the morning. We were directed to drive back to the Visitors Center and park across the street until a site opened up. Not really happy with the campsite itself, we were ecstatic about the cost, free! We left the whole rig attached and called it an early night on the side of the road. As we fell asleep tonight and woke up the next morning, we were reminded of where we were by the sound of cars going over a cattle guard a mere 50 yards from the trailer.

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