
I learned about it too late to stop them, but I understand the kids had a wonderful time riding all the way to Texas in the back of that old pickup. Mom liked to rough it, and several times when we visited Roswell we had to go looking along the River to find her.
She would walk to the river and use a bedroll she had hidden there. She had food and her fishing gear there too. She wasn't afraid of anything and didn't mind sleeping in the bushes along the River.
She was tough as a boot and could live on a few handfuls of dry oatmeal a day, and would go to any length to get her way once she had her mind set on something. The above took place after their children had married and left.