It has been two weeks since we left
home, and we have been in the desert too long!
We are beginning to get a slight inkling that we may
both have a problem, but we have no adult supervision to control our
actions. We may require counseling by phone. We are now searching for old
mines and the tailings around them for rocks. The tailings are left over,
not acceptable, rocks and minerals that the miners don't want.
We both know that we ARE NOT "rock hounds" but…
we are beginning to call each other Lady and The Tramp and are starting to
see great beauty in these rocks that other people don't want. Actually the
rocks seem to be multiplying in the RV. I had to move the toe stubbing
rocks last night in case one of us got up in the dark.
We are on our way to Truth Or Consequences, New
Mexico. Oh dear... I hope we don't have to play the game. We would both
probably get in trouble.
Wow! The most magnificent creature just ran across
the road. I thought it was only in cartoons. His tail is very long, he is
gray and he truly runs the road. Mr. Coyote wasn't chasing behind... guess
who he was?
We stop at a used book store in Truth Or Consequences
around 8:30 A.M. I tell Sir Knight that it won't be open, but he said it
might be. I stay in the Tracker because I know he is wrong. He walks back,
stands on the outside of the Tracker with... guess what kind of grin on his
face?
Hurrah! We finally found used copies of Southwest
Art Magazines. Gobs of them. I have wanted them now for three years and we
have looked for them in each little town as we pass through. It's a strange
thing why people want used rocks and used magazines. Someone is easy to
please or someone forgot to teach a four year old which things are valuable.
Sir Knight decides that we need to go back to the
little mountain with the crystals. We just know that we have missed the
best of the best. He is right.