I stared at myself in the hazy, scratched mirror of the campground bathroom. A Chernobyl-sized beetle scampered past my foot. I didn’t flinch. It appeared I wasn’t quite myself. Was it the aftermath of the Black Death-like virus I’d survived the week prior? No, that wasn’t it. Was it the darn altitude fuzzing my brain…
Category: New Mexico National Parks
Carlsbad, White Sands and How I Tried to End New Mexico’s Epic Drought — Kinda
I arrived in New Mexico rather ignorant about weather conditions here in the Land of Enchantment. “Santa Fe is in the desert,” I thought. “It’s quite dry in deserts. Therefore, it will be dry in Santa Fe.” (I always did well with logic and math theorems, lest you wonder). Turns out it’s a bit more…