First Officer’s Entry
Today was an easy day. We slept in. Did
a little maintenance on the rig. Left about 9:00 a.m. Arrived here at the Red
Barn RV Park in Roswell about 2:00 p.m. This is a small family-run business
with about 12 back-ins and 2 pull-throughs, purchased by a young couple (I'm 72. Everyone seems young.), Randy and Lee Fudge, about 2
years ago. They have been working diligently to make it into what it is, which
is clean as a pin, cute as a bug, and Texas-friendly in New Mexico. After the
previous 2 parks we stayed in, this place is a breath of fresh air. Here's a link to their website.
“Momma says RV parks are like a box of
chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” Frankly, as we travel we seldom
plan more than a day or two ahead because sometimes we’re not sure where we’re
going to end up. The process is for us to look ahead about 200 or 300 miles in
the general direction we’re traveling, find what appear to be small- to
medium-sized towns on the map and then Google RV parks around those towns.
We look at the individual park websites
and online reviews to make our selection. “Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose,
sometimes it rains.” We have stumbled across some of the nicest RV parks that
way and some that fall into the category of “we-can-survive-one-night-here.” So
after surviving two nights in that category, this place feels really down-home
comfortable.
We are in one of the pull-throughs,
which is fascinating because it looks like a back-in that ends at a white
fence. On closer examination, the white fence is actually a wide gate that
opens directly onto the roadway outside of the park. Tomorrow morning we will
simply open the gate and drive out. I think that’s clever as heck.
We had an interesting experience this
morning as we left Post, Texas on our way to Roswell, New Mexico. The Garmin
BIB absolutely, positively would not plot a course directly west on State Route
380 which runs from Post, Texas to Brownfield, Texas and then on to Roswell,
New Mexico. No matter what we did, even putting in way-points, the BIB wanted
us to go north to Lubbock and then south to Brownfield. We finally shut her off
and dead reckoned ourselves out of Post and cruised to Brownfield and beyond.
Once we got past Brownfield, she got with the program and took us to Roswell. As
with a lot of things in this digital age, we were successful in spite of the system,
not because of it.
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