I know I was.
My junior guy I was training/working with mentions " hey, theres a car or something heading up the road toward us..."
I respond " Its probably a Van with no windows."
He scoffs, "yeah whatever man..."
It passes by at a high rate of speed kicking up tons of dust,?ÿ and he starts shouting "DUDE, ITS A VAN WITH NO WINDOWS!!!"
Me:?ÿ " make sure you have your ID ready and don't get into it if they approach us. At any cost."?ÿ?ÿ ?????ÿ
Sorry about your Dad.?ÿ Thats a cool story overall,and they are incredibly unique as a backdrop. Once you've seen them, hard to forget.
Funnier still that they made and make a great boundary to some of the most secret and dangerous flying stuff in the world still.?ÿ
You can name your poison, and as Covid unwinds I can provide dialogue with the libations.?ÿ We can message offline for the details.
Another story about the Organ Mountains that my Mother told me over the weekend.
I was born and raised in the Texas panhandle but before that, my parents married in Alamogordo in May 1956. My older brother was born a year later.
Sometime during that year, my Dad went to Las Cruces to get sand. He worked at a place that made concrete products. He talked Mom into going with him. On the way back on hwy 70 or whatever road was actually there in 1956-57, the brakes went out on the old truck as he was coming down the West side of the pass. Mom thought he was just playing around, jamming gears, until they got up to a speed that was getting scary.
They hit a run-away ramp at the bottom and all was well. I had heard that story many times as a kid. I just never knew where it was.
