After spending the night in Alamogordo, New Mexico it was on to the last stop of my trip, Guadalupe Mountains National Park in far northwest Texas. Initially, my plan was to re-hike Guadalupe Peak, the highest mountain in Texas, but the park was relatively crowded on the spring break weekend so I asked a ranger about some alternatives. I settled on the Tejas Trail up into the mountains on the opposite side of the valley as Guadalupe Peak. Once it climbed up the mountain side, the route wound along the tops of the peaks through a rolling meadow called The Bowl, then down steep, sharp Bear Canyon (I didn't see any).
Monday, April 21, 2014
Tularosa Basin
After dropping my dad off at the airport early Thursday morning, I started making my way back toward Texas. Driving south from Albuquerque, I headed into New Mexico's strange and historic Tularosa Basin.
In between the black and the white landscapes, I stopped at the Three Rivers Petroglyph site, home to over ten thousand etchings made by Mogollon Indians. No one knows exactly what they say or mean, but the site host told me a number of theories. Her theory is that the etchings are an ancient version of Facebook--people telling stories about who they see and what they do on a daily basis.
Just after passing through San Antonio, New Mexico, I saw flashing lights and signs indicating the road ahead was closed. Confused, I turned back to the small town and got a cup of coffee.
The woman behind the counter said it was a missile test at the White Sands Range. The road would reopen in an hour or two. She suggested I visit the Bosque Del Apache National Wildlife Refuge eight miles away. I followed her advice and did some birdwatching in the marshes while I imagined missiles soaring overhead.
Once the road had reopened, I continued east past the Trinity Site, where the first atomic bomb was detonated, to Valley of Fires Recreation Area. A pitch black lava flow dominates the landscape, accented with sharp green leaves adept at finding ways to survive. It was the maximum contrast with White Sands National Monument, my last stop of the night, where everything glowed with an ethereal brightness.
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