A critique of Fort Selden state Park

There was not much going on today. I walked around the Rockhound campground early this morning, but overall, it was just a laid-back, relaxing day.

I probably wouldn't go back to Leasburg Dam State Park... Why, you may ask?

There wasn't much wrong with it, but there wasn't much of anything great about it either.

To my way of thinking, all the campsites were too close together, reminding me too much of commercial RV parks. It's always annoyed me that state parks generally have hundreds if not thousands of acres in the Park, and yet when they build a 50-site campground, they'll put it on 10 acres, so everyone is too close together.

It wasn't scenic. There were mountains, but they were far away. The Rio Grande was very close by, but you couldn't see it. It just wasn't a pretty place.

The place is getting old and looking a bit run down. But then, so do I, so I can't hold that against it.

I obviously stay at many state parks and have no problem finding where I'm supposed to be, but at Leasburg Dam State Park, after driving around the park for a while, I had to ask one of the employees where my campsite was. I don't recall doing that before, but I wouldn't rule out the getting too old to find my way around excuse.

The roads through the campground were all dirt, but I don't mind a little dirt. They were very narrow in places and didn't look like two RVs would fit side-by-side.

But on the good side, the two employees I interacted with were great, kind, helpful, and very professional.

So, I had very little to complain about. I just don't think I would need to return there again, especially since I'm seldom in Las Cruces, New Mexico, which is about 10 miles away from Leasburg Dam State Park.

Theboondork

 
 
 

Landscape at the City of Rocks State Park.

Since I’ve been moving around a lot lately, I may, without warning, throw in a picture or two of someplace I was before, someplace I’m going to, or maybe even someplace I’d like to be. But don’t let that fool you. I’m still exactly where I am and have no intention of leaving until it’s time to go.

 
 
 
 

This is a Mexican three-legged Clodhopper.

About 2.3 million years ago, these Clodhoppers lost their third leg; they don’t know where they lost it, but they still spend all their free time looking for it.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

My boondocking spot at Rockhound State Park. Notice how there’s plenty of empty space around me? I like that.

Unfortunately, the hookup sites are fairly close together which is why I prefer to boondock here.

 
 

One of my fellow campers In a nice Class B.

 
 

Neighbors in the hookup section of the park.

 
 
 
 
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