This morning stated with a gift from the neighboring campsite— an older woman who gifted us a cactus cross. Somehow you cannot make this stuff up. They gave us a frozen trout the day before. We gave them smoked salmon.
Taos: I am sure there are sections that are worth visiting but the downtown segment was a bit of a disappointment: too many T-shirt shops and such. We found a good lunch spot and off down the road to a campground on the Rio Grande again in a very remote spot: no cell phone service.
The cast of characters here are noteworthy: For one, there is the two friends (iron miner workers) who are travelers from Australia in the hippie van. Where are they off to? Texas, which they note is the land of freedom, and they want to shoot some guns.
There are the two women who are tenting it and have a caged rabbit.
There was the woman who is traveling in a truck with a sheep herders camper complete with candle light fixtures on either side of the door.
And straight out of Nomadland (Karen assured me) is the older woman who is living in a 1969 VW Bug who has been living in this series of campgrounds since May moving from site to site every 14 days. She goes to Tucson in the winter to service her car. Lives in her car because it doesn’t smell.
And tonight was the night that we learned that the device that monitors the water, propane and battery level has been LYING to us, and we are out of propane. Karen will have to rely on the kindness of strangers to get hot water for coffee tomorrow.
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