He had to leave about the same time that blonde rascal and I would be leaving for church. In a fit of spontaneity I decided that blonde rascal and I could go with him for a little end of summer quicky road trip. I had NO intention of watching a golf tourney, heaven help me, but surely there would be something fun for us to do.
Me: "What can blonde rascal & I do for fun in Hobbs while you golf?"
Hubs: Blank stare. Blink.
Hobbs is kind of an arm pit of New Mexico. I'll be honest...A LOT of New Mexico is an arm pit! Sorry New Mexicans...but seriously, you agree don't you? Sure it is beautiful in the mountains and Santa Fe is all artsy fartsy cool, but the rest of the state not so much.
However all blonde rascal and I had to do was drive 90 miles past Hobbs to see...
You are lost in the middle of freakin' no where New Mexico...
Holy stalagmites!
On the tour the park ranger told us that the only critters that live in the cave, besides the organisms in the cave pools, are flesh eating crickets.
Excuse me?
They come out after the lights are turned off. They are tiny and white and eat the skin cells that are sloughed off of all the human visitors each day. I think they just tell you that so you don't try to stay in the cave after it closes!