Socorro did not get any snow like Colorado, Utah, and Northern New Mexico did. That was the good.
Bosque Del Apache has not been inundated with migratory birds, . . yet. That was the bad.
The wind, probably due to the weather system further north, blew hard. And by hard I mean HARD. That was the ugly.
So my day six was slightly short of a disaster. The wind did a number on my tent during the day and was so intense at sunset I made the decision that sleeping in that crumpled mess with the wind howling all night would be impossible. So Andra, by phone, came to my rescue again and booked me a hotel room. I myself was a total wreck after fighting the wind to salvage what was left of my tent, and packing it all into the jeep in the dark in one huge tangle of crap and getting on the road to somewhere. Anywhere would do at that point. Yes, yes it was ugly.