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NEW MEXICO- Rockhound State Park,
NM- 3/07/99
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| WELCOME to ROCKHOUND STATE PARK, New Mexico- 3/07/99 |
| We leave El Paso behind in a cloud of dust
and head north... destination, Rockhound State Park in southern New Mexico, just a few
miles up the road. Mountains are popping up everywhere now. We are entering the Florida Mountain Range, and they surround the park and campground which will serve as our home for the night. (Florida meaning Flowers) |
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Paul decides to take a run up the mountain beside the campground. He comes back with a few select rocks and many pictures of the plentiful desert flowers and cactus growing on the mountain side. |
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The campground gets smaller as I get higher up on the mountain |  |
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| I find some interesting and colorful lichen patterns on the rocks as I climb the mountain. |  |
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The moon has passed full stage and rises late this night. We are up and catch this picture of the moon rising over the mountain. The "red eye" is a tower on top of the mountain. |
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| We wake up this morning to the presentation of a beautiful sunrise that casts its rays on the distant mountains and turn them golden. |  |
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| The clouds this morning are very
unusual. They move slowly across the Florida Mountains in a long prone position. It looks
like Indians lying in repose floating over the mountain. Perhaps they are reminding us
that they were once here. Paul and I walk up 3/4 of the mountain and look for rocks. We don't know what we are looking for so we pick what we think are pretty. |
| After leaving Rockhound we stop by Spring Canyon Park. |
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Paul takes a run up the canyon. |  |
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I climb up a mountain and sit on a bluff, very high up. When Paul comes back from his run I whistle for him to see me. I am supposed to be on the bottom looking in the dry creek bed. I don't know if he will hear me whistle. I see him look all around, then I call his name. He looks up. I think he is a bit surprised, two mountain climbs in one day. He comes up and joins me. What a view. There is a lot of red and yellow poppies growing in the desert. |
| When I sit on the bluff I wonder how many Indians have been here in the past and how many come here now. I think about the covered wagons rolling over the rocks with no roads and no water in sight and how hard it must have been and who were the people who were so adventurous. I'll bet many of them wondered about their decision to come west. There are houses scattered out here and a population of 14,000. I saw a place where an old school bus is a home… and who lives there? |
| The mountains are majestic and we gaze on them with awe. |  |
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| This mountain peak looks like the proverbial monkeys... Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Feel no Evil, Taste no Evil... or something like that. |
| To follow is a series of picture composites that are in the must-see category. | All pictures can be enlarged by clicking your mouse on them. |  |
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PARTING SHOTS: Don't even ask what the 4 year old is holding in her hand... it's disgusting!!! |
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| Our mileage since we left home is 1525 miles. We leave Rockhound and stop at a little rock shop that is in an old trailer. Two guys that mine the area for Thunder Egg rocks (Geodes) own it. Paul purchases some pretty rocks. |  |
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