PANCHO VILLA SP, NM—When my propane ran out after only five days, I knew it was time to move camp and find an electric site so that I could use my electric heater. They said on the news that it was colder here today than it was in Anchorage, Alaska.
As I left the park, I said a goodbye to Roger, a fellow nomad and photographer who I happened across yesterday. He said he knew me and follows my blog. He said he also knew Glenn and was wearing a hat that said, “Live Simply” and I thought Glenn should have some hats made up that said, “To Simplify”.
After washing a load of laundry and buying some supplies in Deming, I drove south to Columbus and set up camp at Pancho Villa State Park. I don’t know why, since there is nothing around here but the tiny border town of Columbus.
But She told me to come here and I listened.
After setting up camp, I drove the three miles to the border and walked across for some dinner and margaritas.
While eating, a Mexican family came into the largely empty restaurant and a young woman with the party occasionally made eye contact. She reminded me of Zoriaya, a Colombian woman I dated for a few years.
As I went up to pay the bill, she walked up to the exit and examined the guest register there. I knew she wanted me to talk to her… but I didn’t. I don’t know why.
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