The town called Mouse is actually Raton, New Mexico. In Spanish “Raton” means mouse or small rat, but we didn’t see either thankfully. Raton is on the border of New Mexico and Colorado and sits at the base of the 7,834′ Raton Pass.
Right before Raton we stopped at the Sierra Grande rest area to stretch our legs a bit and let Gracie run. The Sierra Grande is an extinct volcano and part of the Raton-Clayton volcanic field.
The Raton Pass rises in front of us.
The Raton KOA was very welcoming after a 540 miles drive today. We hooked up utilities, put the slides out and made big turkey sandwiches for dinner. Whew! Gracie did some exploring before bed and also had some turkey.
Leaving New Mexico the next morning ….. I think someone forgot to add “Baby” to the end. Hasta la Vista … baby!