After another freezing night, the early morning walk sure was painful on the ears.
After leaving campsite, we spent about an hour and a half scrambling the massive rocks on North Mountain in the park, the only one not requiring a guide. Then made our way to another Walmart stay in Deming, New Mexico.
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| Tucked up against the mountain |
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| Not your typical water tap |
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| Grace closes the gate to the campground on our way out. |
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| Grace was hoping to spot some. Not! |
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| Original stones from the famous Butterfield Stagecoach station. It traveled from St. Louis to San Francisco - a route that took about three weeks. |
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| A cave opening with pictographs |
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| One of many on the stone walls |
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| (name to come) |
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| The boulders were very popular for climbers who had to bring along their own "crash" pads. |
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| Just to give you the size comparison |
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| The climb up was very steep, thank goodness there was a chain to hold on to. |
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| Almost at the top. PeeWee down below |
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| These young climbers had been in the park for 10 weeks and loving every minute. |
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| No pad. He better have a good grip. |
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| Going for the top, well it was just a thought. |
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| A tight spot to squeeze through |
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| Thriving in any condition |
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| This was another designated climbing area |
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| No trail here |
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| These depressions, referred to as tanks and fill with water when it rains. |
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| It was time to leave the rock pile behind and make the next state. |
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| A great courtyard at the New Mexico visitor centre..... |
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| .... and a comfortable overnight stop maybe another time |
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| Entered our first state inspection station. Dogs are used to sniff out any drugs. They waved us through. |
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