Shorts probably hadn’t been the wisest of choices. Fine in the day when riding. But not camping in seven below. Or that was what’d been forecast for Silver City. Built-up areas tend to be a degree or two warmer. Not an especially apt description for Mimbres. Sure it was a lot colder here.
Stopping for the night in a small RV – recreational vehicle – park, I’d the blessing of the camp hosts to make myself at home in the Laundromat. Pitched my tent next to the tumble dryer air vent. Flashed up the stove inside for some reviving hot tea and my staple of instant mash and tinned something or other. The smaller electric heater barely seemed to dent the cold. Until I’d quickly headed outside to the tent to grab my map. Bitter almost beyond belief.
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