Oasis State park to Brantley Lake State Park
Fri 14 July 2023
Horrid drive...or not. The roads--mostly New Mexico State Highways--were a little rough and almost completely deserted. Only one person passed us, and we only passed one other person.
After driving south for over an hour in flatness so flat as to boggle the imagination--not hardly a tree, or a swell or even a bit of road construction to modify the sameness of the scenery--the ground got bumpy all around. And then we turned to the west and started through a low valley with potash drying grounds and oil pumps and trucks all over the place. And, after another long hour, the ground started to rise in front and we could finally see big old hills in front. Mountains, most likely, but so hazy and far in the distance that we couldn't be sure.
I'd chosen to stop for gas at a Pilot in Carlsbad, and that was a big trafficky, junky mess. Stoplights and traffic and all that assorted junk. Yuck!
After that, google showed a 20-mile drive that was going to take 40 minutes. We knew what that meant...traffic lights. And more yuck.
We arrived to an almost empty park--only the campground host and maybe one other camper was in evidence. And guess where the other camper was parked? No, not IN our site, but right next to it. What are the odds?
I only hope he's not annoyed and thinks I chose the site on purpose. It's funny, though--when I reserved this campsite, I didn't notice that almost all the other sites were unoccupied. But no matter--what kind of idiots would go camping in the desert in 104-degree weather?
The lake is really low, of course. But there's enough water in it to launch a boat. I guess--I saw boats out there. Not very many, though, not for a Friday night.
Flaring pipes lit up our night, but far enough away not to be a bother.
Trails for Molly:
And, good night!
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