I decided to take a ride to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things. I'm trying to stick to lean cuisines, but I needed some mouthwash, too. It was about a three mile ride. I can see the mountains in the distance. I have to look on the map to find out which range they are. With the vast and wide open spaces, it's hard to tell how far away they are--thought I might take a day and explore.
I came out of the grocery store and was walking to my truck which was far away from the door (a little extra exercise) when I saw a young man on the ground flailing around. I started to go see if I could help as I thought he had either fallen or was having a seizure. Then, I realized he was laying face down in
handcuffs. I saw the "agent" (written on his shirt) dump a bunch of stuff on the ground. When the officer turned his back, the guy got up and started to run with his hands cuffed behind his back. It was a busy street and I thought he was going to get hit. The agent stopped chasing him until he knew he was across the street--think he didn't want to see him get hit. Then, he took after him on foot. He returned to get his car and then returned with the guy and put leg chains on him this time. I couldn't move my truck until another officer had moved his car. Not as exciting as being in the middle of a drug bust in Arkansas in 2010.
|Taken Through My Mirror before All Dickens Broke Loose|
I had put the coordinates for my site in my GPS, but thought I'd avoid I40--more to see things than anything else. Well, big mistake. I got on to a gravel road that had free range signs on it. Wasn't too bad at first, but then it was so bad it almost shook my teeth loose. I had 8 miles to go on the darn thing. It finally told me to make a right. It was a tunnel just wide enough for my truck. I thought I might have to pull my mirrors in (think Hunting Island Bridge but narrower). It went under four lanes of I40 and seemed more like a place where water might run through. There was grafitti on the walls. I had my doors locked and my taser and a can of wasp spray near me. It was very dark. Made it fine, and drove 9 miles back to the campsite.
Having problems with wifi. It's spotty. I asked them on the phone if they had good wifi and they said, yes, but they would change my site to closer to the office. Little did I know, they also charged me for it. Why don't they just tell the truth; especially when I made a special call. Well, at least I get an onside dump for the extra $7.
|Gravel Road Albuquerque - Hi Chaise. It was raining too hard to get one in Texas.|