Alpine to Deming
I’ve just seen two adverts on TV. One, for GoPro, ripped off from a video I saw on reddit months ago (man attaches GoPro to a stick and throws it for his dog. I actually think it’s the same video so I guess there’s some kind of deal in there). The second was for the French Fry Burger at Burger King, which means people outside of the UK are finally cottoning on to the idea of chip butties. You’re welcome, rest of the world.
So, aside from that, I’m in Deming, New Mexico. I’ve never been here, and it’s a bit of an odd place. Judging from the leaflets and brochures I picked up in the lobby, it’s a real old west kind of place. Lots to do with Billy the Kid and all kinds of other stuff. On my way back tomorrow I will visit Shakespeare, a ghost town close to here.
I slept very well last night. Total peace. I realised I never took a photo of Tal-Wi-Wi so I did this morning.
I had a bagel for breakfast which I regretted once I hit Bear Wallow Café, but it was good, nonetheless. I ate, Skyped with the missus, always nice, then hit the road. It was still raining, but still quite beautiful. My aim was to hit the Bear Wallow Café, which Arizona Highways says has amazing pie, then head down the Coronado Trail, named after Spanish explorer Francisco Vasquez de Coronado who explored this area in 1540 on a quest to find the Seven Cities of Cíbola. I’ve no idea if he found them, but apparently this road is one of the least travelled highways. So little travelled that lo – car drivers waved at each other! Well, gave a nod or a flash of the hand. I was most pleased. Bikers didn’t acknowledge me. God only knows what they do when they see each other on this road.
But first off I stopped at the café. I had, as said, already had breakfast which was most annoying as it was fantastically cosy. I ordered some pie to go, and had to choose between about 8 varieties. Eek. I went for blueberry. I never have blueberry pie. I put it safely on the seat and thought I’d save it for later. I hit the road.
I saw an abundance of wildlife. I saw a dead skunk, a dead racoon, 3 big, fat, black caterpillars crossing the road, and – amazingly – a tarantula crossing the road! Unfortunately I couldn’t stop to record proof. I could smell the pie.
A new episode of Breaking Bad is on right now so it’s taking me a long time to write this. I can’t follow it as I’ve missed a couple of episodes but it’s very, very exciting.
Anyway, the Coronado Trail was beautiful. Hardly any cars and as green as an English garden, at least, after the miles of burnt trees. Burnt trees seem to be fairly typical. A reminder of how hot the summers can be.
Unfortunately I was preoccupied with something else to fully enjoy the ride. Extremely foolishly I thought I had enough petrol to get the whole way. I was absolutely sure I did, but somewhere along the way, I realised that I probably didn’t. This meant, frustratingly, that I kept thinking about the petrol instead of admiring the view. But I did get to enjoy it to some extent. I was also enjoying the pie smell.
I knew I had to make it to Morenci, a town that had sprung up thanks to the copper mine nearby, before I could get petrol. I knew I’d be OK if I did run dry, it’d just be annoying. Soon enough I saw the mine, and knew I’d be OK, and anyway, I had pie. This mine is one of the largest in the US and is absolutely huge. The wheels of the trucks that you can barely seen are around 9 feet tall. That’s pretty big.
Soon after, I found a petrol station. After filling up the car and emptying me, I bought a coffee and found the next place to pull over. I changed from jeans and t-shirt into shorts and vest (it was back up to some serious heat) and sat outside to eat my deserved pie and drink my coffee. The pie was heavenly. Thank you, Arizona Highways, and thank you, pie-woman at Bear Wallow Café.
Filled up with much joy and pie, I set the GPS for Deming and headed out. Unfortunately, I had to take an interstate route. The downside was ploughing through countryside, but the upside was speed.
Shortly after I thought I saw crabs crawling across the road. The tarmac was covered with squashed something and I couldn’t figure out what they were so took advantage of the fact that I seemed to be the only person in America and pulled over on the highway. They were giant grasshoppers. I tried to get a photo of one but it kept crawling away from me. Eventually it hopped and seemed to have some kind of fit mid-air. I guess they’re not good jumpers, hence the crawling. There were thousands of them. Stunning colours. The only photo I got is pretty crap and doesn’t give a sense of scale (they were about 2 inches/5cm long).
After just under two hours, I hit Deming. I crept along the street until I saw a motel with a pool, and found Grand Motor Inn. I asked the receptionist if it was an old building, and she said yes, it was from the 60s. Gosh. It’s a lovely motel. A pool, wifi, big rooms, a great Mexican/south western restaurant, and nice people.
I hit the pool for an hour then had some great fajitas. Now I’m in my room.
A bit of an odd day as I’ve been in the car for most of it, but I knew the destination today was the journey, and what a journey it was.
I’ve got a two hour drive to White Sands tomorrow, and then I head back the way I came. I wasn’t going to go to White Sands, but realised that I had some time to spare, and have always wanted to go back. Besides, this way I also get to revisit Steins, a ghost town, see Shakespeare, and revisit a small place called Portal, that I last saw in 1999. To be honest, the only thing I remember from Portal in 1999 was that it was the first place we came across after getting caught in a flash-flood that was big enough to cover trucks and wedge tree roots under our van. Here are a couple of pictures. It was very exciting and really, truly came out of absolutely nowhere. One minute it started to rain, then water started coming down the street. And more water. And then bits of trees and some rocks. Then we pulled over. Then the water started coming in the van - you can see how high it is - and then we abandoned the van and took shelter in someone's house. They were very nice. It was over quite quickly but was easy to see how people could get swept away.
The café in Portal also used deer feet as coat hooks. I hope they're still there.
I’m looking forward to tomorrow. It’s going to be white, and hot.