"For a fancypants spaceport this isn't much of a road."
Greetings from beautiful Truth or Consequences New Mexico, formerly Hot Springs. I like the old name better but I wasn't around in 1950. Just thank goodness it wasn't "To Tell The Truth" or they'd be calling it The City of TTTT. "Let's Make Deal," or "The Price is Right" would imply the government is corrupt. And who would want to live in "Jeopardy?"
There is hope and optimism about the Spaceport around here. It's probably not unlike the dreams associated with gold in the hills, health in the hot springs, and happy Hollywood gameshows that spurred speculation here in the past.
At least the road to the Spaceport is paved from TorC. Take that, Las Cruces. From that direction it's Journada del Muerto all over again for passenger cars. We're going from wagons and trains straight to rockets and skipping highways altogether.
It doesn't look like much from a distance. Big dog and I walked a little stretch of the actual Journada del Muerto from BLM's Yost Escarpment Trail. The escarpment - once an obstacle for freight wagons - now offers a view of the Spaceport. You can't see the runways so it looks like just another casino. I suppose it is in a way. Wait. A casino would have a road.