Day 10: Sunday, December 2
Las Cruces to Truth or Consequences
This looks
like a typical winter wonderland, doesn’t it?
Until you
notice some of these sledders have no shoes on.
Here at
White Sands National Monument, sliding down the dunes is a year-round activity,
and there are an endless number of dunes to slide down--at 275 square miles,
this is the largest gypsum dune field in the world. The unique qualities of gypsum make for powdery
soft sand that does not get hot from the sun, and that packs hard with a bit of
pressure or moisture--perfect for barefoot walking, dune sliding, and for creating
roads that drive like pavement.
There are
many amazing aspects of this park. These
dunes have formed over just the last 4,000 to 7,000 years, just infancy in
geological time that cast the mountains around the park in about a million
years. Animals have adapted to the
desert in amazing ways--brine shrimp larva can lie dormant in the sand for up
to 100 years, waiting for the moment that rain water gathers in a small pool and
brings them to life within hours.


All these
mind-blowing geological and biological idiosyncrasies are fascinating, but,
really, the best part is just messing around in the sand. There are no set trails and no rules about not
disturbing the dunes--in fact the rangers here encourage you to get out there
and have fun (just don’t pick or collect anything). We walk up and down and all around the dunes
in search of spots where we cannot see evidence of anyone else’s passing. It ends up being quite a lengthy walk--clearly
there has not been major wind or rain rearranging the sand in a long while. We don’t see any animals, not even bugs or
birds, but we find lots of animal prints in the sand, evidence that this place
is naturally hopping when the sun goes down.
We wax up our saucers and race each other down a steep slope, then picnic
in a nifty shady shelter at dune’s edge.
We are
having so much fun we can almost forget that we are playing in the middle of a
nuclear missile testing facility. That’s
right; White Sands Monument is in the Middle of the 100 mile long 40 mile wide White
Sands Missile Range. A Nike Hercules
Missile draws curious drivers into a roadside turnout overlooking the range. There displays tell the story of the missile
(a cold war defense weapon tested here 650 times between 1955 and 1967) and of
the range (with over 45,000 missile launches to its credit and still active). Sometimes they have to close down White Sands
Monument to visitors for a short time while they test missiles. The coexistence of such great family fun with
the horrors of nuclear war makes us a bit dizzy (or maybe it is the altitude).

Heading
north to Truth or Consequences, we make a slight detour off the highway to stop
at Hatch, which bills itself as the Chile Capital of the World. The main road to and through Hatch is lined
with shops selling every kind of chili product imaginable--dried chili ropes
and wreaths, chili preserves and jellies, powdered chili spice mixes, and
more.
We stop at Sparky’s World Famous Barbecue
Burgers and Espresso in Hatch, where a huge fiberglass Uncle Sam out front holds a big
old chili pepper in his hand. In the spirit of the moment I order Sparky’s chili
shake (which has lots of diced green chili pieces suspended in it and a generous scoop of diced green chilis garnishing the whipped cream on top), while Dick more wisely chooses a vanilla shake (which merely has pretty multi-color sugar sprinkles on top of the whipped cream). No worries about the number of calories in the chili shake--three spoonfuls confirm it is a gastronomic nightmare, and I fail to consume it.

On to our
final destination today--Truth or Consequences.
Originally called Hot Springs, the town was home to forty hot springs
spas before World War II. The city
changed its name back in 1950, when Ralph Edwards, host of the radio quiz show Truth
or Consequences, announced he would air the show live from the first town to
rename itself after the show. Hot
Springs won, and Ralph Edwards continued to visit here during Cinco de Mayo
weekend for the next fifty years.
Now there
are only ten hot springs spas in Truth or Consequences (or TandC, as it is
known hereabouts). We are staying at the
only one with spa tubs along the Rio Grande River, Riverbend Hot Springs.
Originally a bait shop, the current owners saw potential in the property, and
turned the three tanks that held live bait into spa tubs now known as the
Minnow Baths. We prefer the two large stone
pools built riverside, where the water is a bit cooler--just 100-104 degrees--and
the view of the mountains silhouetted against the evening sky is bigger. One notable quality of the mineral water here
is that it has no sulphur, so it smells great as well as feeling great.
Ahhhh, this
is a grand relaxing way to end another very full day.
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