Saturday, April 7, 2012

Truth or Consequences


The last full day of our New Mexican road trip takes us slightly further south, following the border of White Sands Missile Range to Las Cruces, before heading back north again to Truth or Consequences.  We get so close to the Mexican border that US border patrol stop all traffic heading north.  Waving us jolly gringos on, we continue to blast through the empty desert in our trusty rental and arrive at our destination early afternoon. 
Truth or Consequences, New Mexico is a somewhat declining retirement community with a whole lot of hot water.  The town used to be called Hot Springs until they changed their name in 1950 after the game show Truth or Consequences just for a little fame and the promise of a live taping of the show in their town.  The big event was turned into a yearly party called Fiesta which is still celebrated in town today on the first weekend of May.  Because of its somewhat arduous name, New Mexicans often refer to the town as T or C.

Our lodging for the night was Riverbend Hot Springs- one of the more luxurious (yet still worlds from pretentious) hot springs resort in town.  T or C attracts a lot of older people; as my husband so eloquently put- you're the only @!$*# at this joint under 50!  But you can't help but just feel relaxed and at home when staying in T or C and even more so at Riverbend.  Named for its location right on the Rio Grande backed by Turtleback Mountain, this resort is way peaceful.  Our casita for the night opened up to a large courtyard facing the mighty river and the hot springs that overlook it.  We immediately popped open a bottle of our favorite wine- Rock Wall Zinfandel and lounged in the warm afternoon sun outside.  After a sufficient buzz we soaked in the hot springs while watching the sunset.

What I love about this place is that even in a seemingly rustic, sleepy, "blue-hair" kind-of-town like T or C we were still able to find, after a quick walk, a surprisingly hip and gourmet Italian restaurant open late on a Monday night with patio seating calling us on the warm evening.  The meal was epic- I knew we were in good hands when the waiter first brought out incredibly yeasty and crusty artisanal bread with fragrant, green olive oil and thick-and-black-as-tar balsamic.  This was the real deal- aged balsamic so substantial it refused to mix with the oil, with a pungent, woody, almost overwhelming smokiness.  Dinner included prawns so massive for a second I confused them for lobster tails and a pizza that was- well let's just say it was so good it was almost scary.  More red wine and a panna cotta to split and we were spent.  The last patrons to hobble out of the restaurant I faced both the truth and my consequence in T or C- the truth being the food and drink were monumental with the consequence being every step of the four block walk home was seriously painful from equally monumental stomach cramps.   
The next morning after fully recovering from my overindulgence we spent our morning drinking massive amounts of the first truly fantastic coffee of our road trip out on the patio, followed by one more soak in the hot springs before hitting the road for our long 8-hr drive home.  I've never regretted a trip to New Mexico and this time was no different.  This is a state not well known by many, yet incredibly welcome to visitors.  New Mexico reveals its secrets slowly and seductively but never quite completely and as we race north along I-25 towards Colorado I find myself dazed and delighted, already planning our next visit.
Riverbend Hot Springs Resort, T or C


Zinfandellin

Views from the Courtyard

Our Casita for the night
Resort kitty has a sweet deal

Where does the blue building end and the sky begin?

The Minnow Pools- ranging from 108 to 103 F

Riverbed Pools


A Whiter Shade of Pale

As I stepped out of our room at the White Sands Motel early Sunday morning desperately seeking coffee I was instantly hit by the relentless bright sun.  Today would be another day of sunblock, sunglasses, and lots of water as we were headed to a place with no shade, no water, and stunning, blinding, white sand- White Sands National Monument.

White Sands  National Monument has been on my bucket list ever since I saw a picture of it in a travel magazine a few years ago.  It didn't know what or where it was, but I knew I had to go there.  With average highs in the mid 70s in March and few tourists, Spring Break seemed like the perfect time to visit.  White Sands is the largest deposit in the world of gypsum sand which is what makes it so "white".  Gypsum sand is water soluble and typically does not collect in large deposits but here in the desert, with no water inlet or outlet sources, the gypsum sand stays and constantly shifts and moves in the form of breathtaking, bright white sand dunes.
To visit White Sands in the middle of the day in full sun takes quite a bit of endurance and persistence.  Past the visitor center there are no opportunities for water and very little for shade.  We parked and headed out on the Alkalai Flats Trail which is quite deceiving because the trail crosses up and down dunes of significant size. The only way to know exactly where you should be heading into the endless white abyss is to follow orange marker poles that guide the way.  After about a mile of barefoot hiking in temperatures flirting with 90 F we came across sort of an oasis in the desert- a huge, hardened mound of sand that stood about 10 feet tall and provided about 3 square feet of shade at its base from the midday sun.  We huddled together under the shade and consumed massive amounts of water and handfuls of electrolyte-filled jelly beans.  We both admitted defeat and decided it was best to return to the white sands at a more hospitable time.
White Sands is sort of like a new love- only becoming more enchanting and thrilling as the evening wears on.  We returned to a totally different scene- warm evening breezes over cool white sand with a surreal bluish glow slowly developing from a lowering sun behind thickening clouds.  Giddily we hiked to the tallest dune we could find and set up our tripod.  There was not another person in sight as we played around in the sand like kids while observing one of the most mysterious and enchanting sunsets ever.  It wasn't so much the spectacular colors of the sky or patterns of the clouds- the magic of this sunset was the aforementioned blue hue on white- not just a blueness to the sky, but an actual blueness in the air, so real and tangible it could be grasped with bare hands.  Laying down on the cool sand I felt like the luckiest person in the world to be there at that moment.  As the sun set and all breezes died it became so silent I could hear a swoosh, swoosh in my ears, sounding like ancient whispers from the soul of the earth.  A moment of perfect stillness and peace.
White Sands- a harsh environment during the heat of the day.

Alkalai Flats Trail

Shade!



White Sands in the evening

















Cure for the jaded soul.

A surreal blue glow 


Perfect peace