We have one of these back in Texas. The county, not the courthouse… It’s got a handsomeness to it that I won’t deny. It’s also got an addition that doesn’t match at all. It’s so bad that I didn’t even photograph it because looking at it just made me sad, especially in comparison to Deming‘s. Despite the scar, I don’t dislike it. I also didn’t spend a lot of time with it, either. As you can tell from the reflection in the doors, the sun was sinking low in the sky and the day was soon coming to a close. To be terrible honest, I didn’t think I was going to make it this far today. I originally had Lordsburg on the agenda for the next day, but having two illuminated courthouses (and, honestly, only getting two hours of sleep) made this possible, even with the extra time I took in Socorro and Deming. And, with it being late, I still had something to do before I ended the day.
Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo of it. I needed a cache and I got one. About a quarter mile away there’s a park sitting across the street from a school, occupying some dead space overlooking a looping highway exit. Good use of dead space, if you ask me. I popped into the park and found the appropriate rock, under which was a pill bottle. I did what I came all this way to do and began thinking about wrapping up the day. Soon it would be night and I had already earned a good night’s rest. But, of course, I hadn’t planned on being here at this point. I did have one last thing on the agenda. It didn’t require sunlight. Anything I can do during useless nighttime hours saves me daylight later. OK. I had one more stop to make.
I found my way back to I-10 and hurled myself from the hastily approaching night. Of course, I couldn’t hope to beat it at highway speeds, and watched the sun set as I passed over the Continental Divide. Night descended like the cloak of a brooding god and I soon after came to a stop in…
Geocaching While Black 