A BIG! BIG! day. Today we reach Alamogordo.
It was a beautiful morning. We were on our way by 9:00 AM, enjoying the warm sunshine and beautiful scenery. Every direction one looks there are mountains off in the distance. Beautiful, majestic mountains. We had good shoulders most of the way into Alamogordo and NO HILLS! Praise God!
As we neared the outskirts of town, a truck came by, the occupants waving. It was our friends, Howdy and Yahooskin. They turned and came back and we had a roadside reunion. We made plans to meet at a truck stop a couple miles away.
On the way to the truck stop, we passed a salvage yard. Harry remembered that the man who runs it knows a friend in Alamogordo who we have lost track of. He said, “I think I’ll go in and ask if Bob is still around.” He went into the office while Shiloh and Hadassah stayed by the road. Momentarily he stuck his head out the door and called to Hadassah saying, “There is a dog in here.” She kept a close eye on the door which was standing open and shortly a boxer bulldog sauntered out. Right behind him was another one exactly like him that Harry hadn’t noticed when he first went in. It took them about two minutes to spot Shiloh and head for us. Hadassah reached down and picked Shiloh up, placing him on top of the cart where she was confident he would b ...
