The First Smoke Plumes, near Lincoln, New Mexico, April 1, 2012
As we leave Lincoln and Billy the Kid behind, we see plumes of smoke on the horizon. The winds are really picking up. I find it a bit scary to head forward on a road that leads towards fire, with basically no roads leading off in any other directions. It boils down to making a decision to go forward or turn around. My poor iPhone doesn’t even want to vote in this game. WAZE has quit altogether. We keep going. We finally see dark, burned-out areas, and then around a corner, live, red, blazing fire. There are fire-trucks there, with firemen fighting the fire and more trucks turning in front of us. And more emergency vehicles with sirens, lights on coming down the road. We forego a gorgeous Bureau of Land Management campground site a little bit further down the road, because of the winds and the unknown danger and drive a few hours longer, in the dark, to the safety of the American RV Park, where this is no haunting, blowing, natural beauty, but a nice safe site on the outskirts of Albuquerque – with a lovely continental breakfast in the morning. ; )
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