yet another last day at the Elephant
In my unending search for warm weather, I find myself looking a little farther south than I am at Elephant Butte State Park, at another state Park in New Mexico called City of Rocks. City of Rocks is very popular, to the point that it is difficult to find a camping spot almost anytime I'm there.
I wouldn't say I like making reservations unless I'm absolutely forced to, finding reservations to confining and a sure way to kill my freedom of movement. There are about eight first-come, first-serve sites in the City of Rocks, and only two have electricity available. The electric sites are nice, except in the regular campground, which is crowded, and most of the reservation sites are. But even though those two electric sites are more crowded than the campsites amongst the boulders, they are free for me except for the four dollars a night for electricity when I feel like dealing with side-by-side RVs laid out like a normal commercial campground.
Like I always say, "The only place I like better than where I'm at is where I'm going." So now that I'll be going to the City of Rocks, it's where I'll be, instead of where I'm going, which means there's some other place I'll like better when I leave here. This is a good thing because if I didn't like where I was going, I would stay where I was because nothing would be better than where I was. But that's neither here nor there because I am where I am, and that's where I should be whether I like it or not.
I don't know how long I'll stay there, if and when I get there, but it will probably be until I want to be somewhere else. This is usually what causes me to ease on down the road, and I never know when that feeling will hit me.
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