Now arrived at Datil Wells camp after a satisfying visit to Sorroco, a refuelling at Magdalena, and a short tour of The Very Large Array (think Jodie Foster in the movie Contact)
Gasoline in Magdalena ( I mention this only because “Magdalena” is so much in the style of village/town naming around here)
Arrived last afternoon/evening at Datil Wells camp after biking in search of a online reccommended wood fired pizza place in Socorro for lunch but were led astray through all manner of structures, train crossings into the fields before the Gila (I think). Camp was so quiet, cool and restful that we forgot to pay until the hostess arrived on the inevitable military grade golf cart and very professionally helped me with the paperwork which as always demands way too many numbers which I assume must not be fudged. High desert trail beckoned first S to walk and, shortly thereafter, me to bike. Biking had its joys and sorrows and as night fell and my cute little map located at the trailhead in a sweet podium/standing desk proved to be unreliable as to the short cut I wanted there was an edge to the ride that started when I took a fork and was returned to my own track in a part of the way I had already gone.
Anyway I believe in fitness and if death is a part of that…
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