10/8/2014
I feel sorry for bitter people. It must take a lot to make some people so unhappy. Even if the idea of giving to children doesn’t appeal to a person, why show such disdain? Why be rude? Does it make the person being rude feel better? So last night a waitress/manager shooed Crystal and myself out of her restaurant. She had brown hair and she seemed a bit frazzled. She said that we shouldn’t be hounding her to purchase something or for money during her dinner rush. Once again, it is bad to make assumptions. Crystal and I didn’t ask her for a donation of money. We didn’t even ask her to donate a meal. Also, what waitress would consider two tables a dinner rush? After putting in thirty-two miles, I didn’t expect such a frosty reception. Crystal and I didn’t say anything to the lady. Instead we just left. I wondered to myself, what would have been the best way to react? Should I have tried to give her a book for her child? I noticed he was playing in the back. Would she have been kinder and more service oriented? Or should I have told her off? We are unable to know what other people are thinking or why they behave the way they do.
The night was pleasant despite the incident. We had hot running water and electricity. It was cozy and we went to bed after watching a movie. We picked out something from the redbox a block away from the Sunrise RV Park in Deming.
Staying up late to watch a video meant a late wake up. I was alright with that though. I was privileged to be in the presence of a rare New Mexico desert rain the previous night. We took the time to launder our clothes and sheets. Plus, the run was pretty much one road for me. I hit the pavement while Crystal stayed back to clean up. I wasn’t sure if more snakes were appearing or if I was just becoming more aware of them. They just seemed to be popping up often.
The sights or the day were the fields of bright yellow poppy. The vast blanket of yellow covered the land and gave it life. Although they are tiny individual flowers, together they make up a wave. It was the last sight I remember before reaching the Apache Homeland restaurant. Just before the turn into the restaurant, Crystal was waiting for me by an intersection. There she was chatting with a lady named Ann. This lady was very interesting and she has some stories to tell. If you get the chance you should check out her website www.ufolab.info. You might find her tale intriguing!
Lunch at the Apache Homeland was tasty and it was served with some good conversation. Apparently many people that are making a journey pass through the area. Like I always say we all have our journeys to make.
The place is the location of a reservation for the Chiracahua/Warm Spring Apache tribes. The size of the land seemed rather small compared to some of the other reservations I have set foot on. But they have more plans for the place. From lunch we had to go in separate directions. My 549 road had a one mile stretch that was under construction and inaccessible to vehicles. It is a section equidistant from the restaurant and my destination. It was only fourteen miles and I was feeling invigorated after lunch. We split up and I enjoyed a solitary experience with nature. We met up again on the other side of the construction and we found an abandoned little area to rest our tired bodies. 
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