Reminiscences of Las Cruces

Three days ago when we drove into New Mexico, the thing that struck us most, aside from the scenery, was the highway warning signs of what to do if caught in a dust storm (pull off the road, lights off, foot off the brakes, engine off, wait till it's over. You keep lights off so someone doesn't think you're something else and steer into you). I guess dust storms are a common occurrence out here. 

We finally saw the Rio Grande here in Las Cruces.

 A gigantic dry riverbed because people are siphoning off the water of not only this river, but also the Colorado, for farming and drinking. Immigrants can just walk across the riverbed now instead of swimming to get into the US. I walked out onto the riverbed while Nancy took a snap.

On our way to White Sands 2 days ago, in the middle of Route 70, the road was blocked and we had to drive thru a Border Patrol checkpoint, over 50 miles inside the country!

We went dancing 2 nights ago at a club called Whiskey Dick's. Nice big wooden dance floor. They had line dancing lessons before the club normally opens, so we attended that, then the club opened for the public at 9pm, and that's when we left.

The next afternoon we joined the same dance group at the Munson Senior Center for some more line dancing. Now we're getting ready to drive to Tombstone, AZ.