This stop wasn’t on our original itinerary. We decided 2 nights in OPCNM was adequate, although we had planned on 3. So, we decided to add a third stop plus an extra night to make it worthwhile. We’d not been to Alamo Lake before and it’s kinda on the way to LHC (Well, not really. If you were lost it would be on the way, though. If you’re lost, anywhere and everywhere is on your way, is it not?). Actually, this park is not on the way to anywhere cuz it’s in the middle of nowhere - at the end of a long dead-end road. You gotta really wanna be here to get here and there isn’t much here when you do get here, but that’s neither here nor there, so there.
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The Lake abounds with pan fish and that’s why the campground is full. That, plus there’s a fishing tournament today. Plenty of bass boats, 250 HP motors on flat little pissant boats that go fast enough to make your nose bleed and stretch your ears out so far they flap and bang into each other behind your head. It was 48 degrees here this AM and the boat is out on the water, doing what? 60 MPH? What’s the wind chill? This is called ‘having fun’.
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Since it’s spring break, the park is swarming with rug rats, here to experience nature, hear outrageous fish stories, enjoy campfires, hard ground and cold tents, and to witness the effects of copious beer consumption. There are wild burros here, as there are in many areas of AZ, the offspring of those that escaped from, or were let loose by, prospectors about 100 years ago. The donkey serenade is heard throughout the day.
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