I wanted to take a thousand pictures over the last four days as I travelled from Dallas through Cache, Oklahoma, across the Texas panhandle, and through the mountains of New Mexico, but my camera was tucked away in my suitcase, which was buried in the tightly packed trunk. So I have only pictures of the beautiful park in which I am currently spending my days: a park in
Here’s how I got here:
About 45 minutes after running from
A half hour later, I turned onto I-35. My plan was to go to Chickasaw National Recreation Area, just off I-35. where I would spend a day or two recovering and making plans to head west. Divine had something else in mind, however, for as I crossed the border from
Two hours later, I floored the accelerator and enjoyed going 75 mph for about 40 minutes. Striking white cliffs and deciduous trees, some starting to turn color, ravished my eyes. In the distance, black clouds and lightening bolts warned of dangers ahead. Before long, I was driving through a thunderstorm with fierce winds arrived. Passing the turn-off for
The route doesn’t look long on the map, but driving at sunset in rain with gusty winds, it turned into a very long drive. Divine must have wanted me heading back there, for when I stopped at a filling station for directions, the person I asked said, “We’re heading there, just follow us.” I did, and the rest of the drive went more quickly (helped by the fact that the car I was following liked to speed) with my leader taking me all the way to a familiar route 62. I pulled into the station near the Wildlife Preserve just in time to receive the Monday night blessing from Guruji.
No rain had reached this dry area, but the gusts of wind were fierce, at least 30 mph, perhaps more. Dust and pebbles pelted the car windows. I had organized my car so that, in an emergency, I could sleep on the backseat. And that’s what I did! I was so tired I didn’t care about stretching out my legs. By morning, I felt well rested and had no sense of PEM (post-exertional malaise.)
The wind was still fierce the next morning, and the temperature had dropped into the ‘40’s and low ‘50’s. It was easy to decide to head west. But which way?
I chose the back roads, taking OK 62 straight across the state of
I didn’t realize southeastern
As I returned to my campsite, my heart sank. The factory was spewing sulfur-laden vapors into the air and it was floating towards the state park. Light sparkled across the fields like a string of Christmas lights laying low to the ground. I couldn’t figure out what the lights were for, but the risk was that it was something toxic. What was I getting into?
Then I arrived at the campsite to find the raccoons had made a mess of my things. Two sweaters had been unpacked from a zippered compartment in my suitcase, my toiletries were scattered everywhere, and the absorbent pads that I use for coffee enemas were strewn across the table, some chewed through, some nibbled at a corner. How could I have been so careless! I’d seen the open trashcans everywhere and assumed raccoons were not a problem here. Perhaps the park deliberately leaves them open so that the critters can eat people’s garbage. Whatever! This coon must have sniffed out some fragrance in the pads, or my suitcase carried the residue of scent from a distant trip when I carried food in one of the pockets.. How disappointed the coons must have been to get a mouthful of absorbent cotton. At least they didn’t gnaw holes in my sweaters.
I slept less well that night, every rustle sounding to me like raccoons hunting through my suitcase or my pots and pans – things I could have put back in the car but chose to leave out due to the late hour (past 10 pm) and the cold. But thanks to the Trivedi blessing, I woke feeling well. My nose was clear for once too!
I headed further west, taking 380 from Roswell past a very cute town in the Capitan mountains, the first place I’ve seen in New Mexico that reminded me of little mountain hamlets in Europe. From there, I headed towards Socorro and passed through an interesting area of lava rocks, where I stopped an enjoyed a fabulous view at the
Others have written on “the Location effect” that they felt good in Socorro. Consequently, I arrived there with great expectations, ready to turn west into the
I saw some amazing scenery when I took Rt. 152 West to head into another part of the
I tried to enjoy the mountain scenery. There were evergreens and shrubs, a totally different look from the mountains East of I-25. Both the foliage and shape of the hills reminded me much of the mountains in
As the sun began to drop in the sky, creating a glare on my windshield that made it hard to see, I began to get nervous. I would have to do the entire descent and then drive another half hour south to read City of Rocks State Park. The State Park was my back-up location as I’d researched it in advance and knew they had electric and showers. The challenge would be to get there before dark! This was the hardest part of my trip so far! It’s the first time I’ve felt anxious, but as I drove into that wilderness area, wondering when I’d get out, I found myself creating an inventory of what food I had. Was it enough for 1 day, 2 days, 2 ½? I reassured myself that I wouldn’t starve. I didn’t have enough water to wash my hands and my dishes, but I did have enough to drink. Every once in a while I’d remind myself of the beautiful scenery, then focus on the road again as it curved through 10 mph and 15 mph switchbacks. When I came down the hillside and saw my first house I felt such a sense of joy and relief! Civilization. How wonderful. Lights and telephones and modern conveniences.
I made it to City of
When I woke, I was congested and blowing and nearly incapacitated with PEM. I rested during the day as much as I could, and felt a lot better in the evening. But as the temperature drops, I find myself getting congested again.
Allergic to the night? Huh?
I’ve been reading in Dr. Wm Rea’s book about indoor and outdoor toxicity. At night, the cooler air is denser. Pollutants settle. In afternoon, the toxic level is lowest. Hence, my daily cycle of feeling clearest in the afternoon and getting more and more congested as the night progresses fits perfectly with the total toxic load of the outside air. At night the wind also dies down around here.
What still seems strange to me is waking free of symptoms in the toxic air of
Is this payback for 4 days of indulging in candy (eye candy) with all its stress?
Am I witnessing the pattern of masking and unmasking?
Masking is what happens as the body gets more toxic. It ceases to react to toxins and pollutants. Unmasking is what happens as the body releases toxins. It becomes instantly reactive to pollutants.
As much as I miss wifi around here (I’ll drive 35-40 minutes to find a place in Silver City), I think it makes sense to stay for awhile here in the desert to see if I start to improve. I had a lot of toxicity in the past week, with the mold, the driving, the industry, the lack of sleep, the stress, and the inadequate nutrition as I moved from one locale to another. While I’m impatient to get into the Tucson area and check out two possible ‘safe for MCS’ rentals, I know I’ll get a more accurate sniff test if I’m in a less reactive state.