However you know this place, I’m at the Birdwatchers RV Park. I’m paid for two nights, but will stay over if the t-storms persist.
The park is being run by a friend of the owner; John took off this morning for SLC because his mom took a turn for the worse. Last year, John told me he’d retire when she passed. I wish him luck.
After getting caught up on the rumors I had to have lunch, of course. If I get trapped here by the weather I’ll have to examine the cafe’s menu to see what they have a bit more heart healthy than the green chili cheeseburger.
When all is clear I’ll go to Deming….