Ruidoso Motorcoach Ranch (RMR) likes their guests as passive as the deer who are imprisoned by…read moretheir automatic feeders, acclimated to silence, devoid of any soul. Not 10 minutes away is the city of Ruidoso, where deer feeders are illegal, but at RMR, "Click, click, click," another feeder goes off, and another deer barely responsive to the nearness of man.
I was one of the guests who was present on the 250th anniversary where our forefathers declared our Independence. Excited, among family and friends, for the RMR set the tone with a bbq lunch at mid-day... and a day full of glee laid ahead. We gathered outside our RV spot at the provided chairs circling the fire pit and placed in the blistering heat, no shade or cover present above. No issue did we take heed, for we were born blessed, and kissed by the sun.
The RV was set, and the TV, soccer-Paraguay vs France, barely audible, as we root for the US of A. Soon after, the owner and self- appointed Marshall in a dilapidated Mustang-inspired golf cart, with the ego to match, came circling by, round and round.. 10 minutes go by. .. 20 minutes go by.... still circling looking for any indiscretion... "Eeeek!" A score of minutes later, a child's glee to a present deer was the catalyst that had the Marshall finally stop. He confronted my friend to tell him he had "just" received a noise complaint.
We took note, not another guest in sight, hiding in their RV fearful of the sun... "click, click, click," another deer feeder goes off.
An hour or so later, another guest comes out, we say hello. Talk about their day, invite them over for a cocktail and to embrace this great 250th Independence Day! The guest departs, smile cracked, having made our acquaintance. Later we see them packing up and inquire about it, he reported, we are moving to a shaded spot away from the sun.
Soon after, my friend and his 3 year old son, depart to the dumpster with a trash bag filled. Another deer seen, a child with a gleeful "Eeek!" Suddenly the Marshall (Owner) and his backup (wife) in a 57 Chevy-inspired Golf cart, gas pedal touching the floor, approached with much haste. Surrounded, my friend is told, we have received another noise complaint, and we hear you offered a patron a drink... A child unsure why his father was upset, as our group packed our things to comply with the departure request. We scrambled for another site to hook up the RV, all others fully booked, RMR - unsurpringly plenty availability to be seen...
The RMR website reads "A place of unpretentious luxury," surely written as an oxyMoron...
