Wind-Too Much Of It!

2/9/13 Saturday at Deming,NM (El Rancho Lobo-PPA)

Two things about the desert: the nights get pretty cold the higher you are (high 20’s, low 30’s) and it can get really windy. Last night was miserable with the wind. I lie awake imagining all sorts of troubles: awnings coming loose, Satellite Dish blown off, tire covers blown away, RV blown onto its side. By the morning we could see that all was still okay, but still the wind is whipping at us.

I got a load of laundry going, then lay down for some rest (since I got so little last night). Such rock and rolling! Finally got up, mentioning that we could take some tea bags to Debbie, who likes to drink it. We have more than we need.

Once we brought the tea, we all starting talking. They invited us to lunch with them (tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches – yum!). I had such a lovely time hearing their stories and sharing ours. On top of that, I wasn’t so focused on the wind troubles.

We left to get that laundry moving on to the next load and discovered 1 our our step covers had 1 end blowing off. Got a rock on it. The rig was still standing, though!!! John and I even treated ourselves to tea.

That wind was supposed to stop at 5 pm, but it didn’t. Those weather people! In the morning you could barely see the highway traffic due to all the dust in the air. That’s cleared now, but it’s still gusting 20-30 mph winds. Feels worse. Plus the temperature is in the 40’s today.

Still windy at 8 pm, but not so bad. The campground host came by to let use know that she was turning off our water since the temperatures will drop to 23 degrees, to be sure to unhook our hose. Shortly after that, we realized that our gray tank was over full – it had backed up into our shower. Oops. Poor honey gets to go outside in the cold and wind to drain our gray water.

Life goes on, with high hopes for a night of peaceful quiet.

About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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