Water Canyon, near Magdalena, New Mexico. The Forest Service campground there is free. Can't beat that. I was the only one there when I arrived. Two couples arrived later, struggled with their tents, then settled in for the night. Nice and quite. But, I don't know, there was no compelling reason to stay another day. So I took off shortly after dawn and drove west on US60.
again). And through Pie Town. It was too early for pie, so I checked out Jackson Park Campground. Mmmmaybe I'd stay some other time. I moved on.
I'd researched some campgrounds at Quemado Lake. I bought gas and provisions in Quemado and turned south. Fourteen miles later I made the turn to the lake. And to road resurfacing. Resurfacing is good, I told myself as I waited for the pilot car (truck, actually) to lead us down the wrong side of the road.
Five hours later I realized I didn't really want to be there. I didn't know why. It was Water Canyon all over again. Nice, but not nice enough to stay. I could tough it out until morning, or I could go. But where to?
That's how I ended up in a hotel room in Albuquerque. I have about twelve hours to figure out where I really want to be. Or at least where I think I want to be.