Being from the Southern Desert I am frightened of any snow. When that storm started blowing so much snow I could barely see, I was terrified. You said if we pulled over, we would end up here for the night. The road was still warm enough to melt all the snow. We stayed right at the edge of the storm. We got ahead of it and stayed ahead until we were 100 miles south of Albuquerque.
I was really proud of you driving out of the snowstorm in Santa Fe. The heavy blowing storm that time of the year was a surprise to see.
Just creeping along with our Sony 10 power binoculars viewing all the birds and waterfowl. Nice to sit in our high and wide RV window. The road around this beautiful bird sanctuary is at least 15 miles long.
============= Treece Jeanice =============== Roland James =========================

I was raised in the Cities and I enjoy sharing your adventures growing up on your Grandfather's farm in Portales. He had thousands of acres of ranch land that he farmed.
My Grandma and Grandpa were fabulous people. I never heard Grandma yell and the only time I remember Grandpa yelling was when us kids burnt down the barn. That part of my life was charmed.

Map shows in Middle of Central Desert a Park called 'Bird Sanctuary RV.'
Reservations needed? No! 100 miles north there's snow in Albuquerque.
Full! Bird Watchers convention? Here? A place with only one scraggly tree.
Three miles down road we'd find the finest bird watching in the country.

San Antonio, TX 900,000 people and San Antonio, N.M. 100 people.
One gas station, two restaurant bars and at least one church steeple.
Famous bar's ceiling covered with Black Marker autographed dollar bills.
Signed, folded, stuck in pin and shoot with rubber band at the ceils.

Rattle Snake Jackson's obituary in store between nowhere with 50 locks.
Proprietor's had local charm, said they were 2 fools and 10,000 rocks.
Paid 30.00 dollars to go mining for local special colored quartz crystal.
Drove in desert, sand washes & dug up crystal with no rattlesnake pistol.

SETI's massive dish antennas mystically sat quiet and contemplative.
New Mexico's State Mineral Museum was inside BLDG 1 Administrative.
Majestic Carlsbad Caverns was worth the diagonal cross state drive.
Truth or Consequences is a weird town name, we should arrive by five.

Look at all the birds. We are going to be able to mark off newly found birds in our Audubon's Bird book. Look! Three Whopping Cranes! They are truly endangered with only about a dozen left alive. Listen to their song.

NEW MEXICO

(Land of Enchantment)

Didn't you tell me when Clyde wanted to play superman and you watched him go up on the barn with a cape made from a pillow case, jumped off and hit the ground. He went to the hospital with a concussion.
I really thought he could fly. Desert farm children have only each other to play with. I found in our play that some unexplained things happen. Grandpa Corbin was part Indian and told us that if we threw a dead Rattlesnake over a barbwire fence and it landed belly-up, it would rain. Grandpa Corbin had never lied to us. We did it, absolutely knowing it would rain; it rained on a sunny, cloudless desert day. We did it more then once with the same results. We were later told by our peers, "It is just a story" and that created doubts. We could never repeat our magic. Doubt does that. Many times Clyde and I would bring that magic up in a discussion.