Tour 2015 – Day 17: Las Cruces to Clovis

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Overlooking White Sands Missile Range from San Augustin Pass

We packed up and loaded the car just as the roofers came to fix the leak we discovered our first night at the casita on the farm.  A stop for coffee in town, and we headed east, with plans to stop a few places on the way.  First stop was the overlook at San Augustin Pass between the San Augustin and Organ ranges.

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The eastern face of the Organ Mountains.

We decided to see if the missile park and museum was open at White Sands Missile Range (WSMR), where I had been stationed 48 years ago while in the U.S. Army*.  The visitor center and museum were closed on Sunday, but the gate guards issued us a pass for the missile park, and we walked in for a brief tour of the collection of missiles and range instruments.  The captured German V-2 rocket is now housed in a separate building that is part of the museum, so we weren’t able to see it.  It may or may not be the same one that was in the park 48 years ago, exposed to the weather.

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The Missile Park at White Sands Missile Range. Examples of most of the vehicles tested at the range.

Another 50km across the missile range on U.S. 70, we pulled into the White Sands National Monument and did a drive-by of the dunes on the park road, then back on the highway, with a lunch stop in Alamogordo and a coffee and fuel stop in Ruidoso.

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Cactus in bloom in front of the White Sands National Monument Visitor Center

By now, it was getting late afternoon, and we pressed on across the eastern plateau, bypassing Roswell, through Portales, to Clovis.  Motel Row in Clovis is next to the train tracks and downwind from a feed lot, but we’re getting used to trains and farm smells.  There will be more over the next few weeks on the road.


*My job at WSMR was as a radio frequency interference analyst, resolving conflicts between civilian and military use of the radio spectrum to make sure civilian use didn’t interfere with range safety communications and tracking radars didn’t interfere with public safety communications in New Mexico and southern Utah.  The perfect job for a Private First Class trained as an infantryman–or not–but, I had four years experience as chief engineer at an FM broadcast station, a bachelor’s degree in Physics, and six months training in computer architecture and programming before being drafted, and did some intense self-study of antenna theory and radio propagation theory my first couple of months on the job.

Tour 2015 – Day 16: Mesilla, Fiber, and Family

Enzo is a menacing leopard, waiting to depart yesterday for the picnic and hike.
Enzo is a menacing leopard, waiting to depart Friday for the picnic and hike.

Saturday was a bit more quiet, from the big family gathering the day before and wild weather. The day dawned crisp and clear after the cold front passed. We decided to spend the morning site-seeing on our own before our final round of visits.

The historic village of Mesilla is the home of a fiber artist co-operative, Tres Manos. We had just missed them the day before, arriving a few minutes after closing time. Today, we stopped at The Bean, a coffee shop up the street, to wait for them to open. I had an hour of panic as my primary laptop decided to spontaneously boot up in Airplane Mode and could not be coaxed out, meaning no networking, wireless or otherwise. Frantic pressing of the network switch had no effect, and attempting to enable the driver using software simply returned the response that it was disabled with hardware. A search of the Linux forums (using the iPad) offered a few suggestions, but no promises. This phenomenon is a documented but elusive bug, for which the work-around involves more magical incantation and wand-gestures than logical procedures. To top that off, the coffee was a bit lighter roast than we like, so the perfect day started out a bit on the grumpy side.

But, Tres Manos was wonderful. In addition to the shop full of shawls and scarves woven by the members, there was a roomful of looms to ogle and even more here and there in the shop. The co-op members are also members of the local weaving guilds, so we also enjoyed visiting with the staff. On leaving, we picked up a postcard that had the new location of Quillan Fiber Arts, a spinning, weaving, and knitting shop we had visited last year in their old location—on our bicycle, no less. They had moved because that location was considered too dangerous to get in and out of the parking lot. The new location was bigger and on a quiet side street. Of course we had to buy something.

The rest of the day was spent visiting with two of our daughters. After lunch, I tried booting up my laptop, pressing the power and networking switches simultaneously (the phrase “Mandrake gestures hypnotically” comes to mind here), and violá, the machine could see and hear again.

Visiting with the girls...
Visiting with the girls…

We had a good visit, and, after a quick shopping stop for items we would need on the next leg of our tour, we joined one of our daughters for dinner at International Delights, our favorite middle-eastern restaurant.