The day has come. Time to point Penny east and start hammering out the miles. Everything is going better than expected. Cool air and bright sunshine make for an easy drive as the miles start to click off leaving our home in Phoenix.
A few hours and a couple of hundred of miles later, the glaring sunshine evolves into a light cloud cover. Traffic heading east is heavy on Interstate 10. This must be typical Saturday stuff in this neck of the woods. We aren't helping measures any either. I'm that jerk in the slow lane with the cruise set on 65 mph even though the posted speed limit is 75. Penny gets her best gas mileage between 60-65, and gas isn't cheap. Today's average is coming in at 7.47 mpg. Not too shabby for a gasser class A that is making the slow steady climb into the high desert of New Mexico.
Deming New Mexico is a place we get to call home for the night. A grand total of 352 miles of highway passed under out tires and it's time to give it a brake. RV miles are a lot different than driving your car. It takes constant attention to keep the big box between the lines. Small breezes, passing semis, ruts in the road, and potholes lining the lane are enough to force the driver to make corrections non stop. Being the seasoned travelers that we are, plans were made ahead of time with the help of a fellow RV'er for tonight's rest stop. Last year we joined a RV forum for folks who have a place for there comrades to park. This spot right here was 5 acres of land owned by a family who lives in North Dakota.
Recent rains made the sand a little soft. I get out and check the ground on foot. Seems good enough. Maybe I should drive the jeep over to the parking spot just to maker sure. Yep, still seems ok. Then I hop back into Penny and start heading across the lot. I feel her slow down just a tiny bit and my heart sinks. It was one of those 5 second internal panic attacks you have when you know stuff just got bad. Lucky for us it was only one little spot and the heavy girl on 6 wheels stays above the topsoil. I'll just go throw on a new pair of underwear and we can go for a walk.
Not everything is roses and rainbows. Some times getting a free place to park means you take some risks. A little soft sand can ruin your day real fast. With the tragedy averted Katie checks her fitbit. We still need to walk 3 miles today. Hats, gloves, and jackets come out of storage compartments as we prepare to suck it up and hit our goal of 5 a day. The temp has already dropped into the 50's and the wind is blowing pretty hard. Down the street is an old neighbors place that may have been empty for a little while.
Darkness envelops us and the temperature begins to drop. Tonight is supposed to be down into the upper 30's. The furnace gets set at 52 and we take some precautionary measures to make sure everyone survives the night. All three kitties jump into bed with us and absorb some body heat through the blankets. Eli is left to fend for himself. Well, sort of.