Somewhere on the many, many, many miles of the open land of West Texas between Fort Stockton and El Paso, we began to smell smoke in the RV. Hubby stopped, walked around the coach and found nothing. We drive on but the smell gets worse. We stop again and walk back into the bedroom. A thick haze and electrical smell had filled the room, but no flames. We were getting close to El Paso so we called the Camping World there to have them take a look. Since the back end was still hot, we had to wait until the next day to be seen. Fortunately, a KOA was right behind the Camping World and there we stayed overnight.
The next morning's diagnostic revealed a huge hole in the muffler that forced the engine heat up into the bedroom melting a plastic housing inside the electrical panel located just below the bedroom. The mechanic told us his parents had the same thing happen to them resulting in a vehicle fire. We had come very close to the same fate. I believe the hand of God and his ministering angels kept us safe those long miles until we reached El Paso.
The truck place could do the work but they had to order the parts from El Paso that would come the next day. So we had an unexpected stop and time to discover Las Cruces the historic town of Melilla (see the 3rd photo to read the historical plaque).
All around the plaza are shops. We always like to buy local and this time we shopped for dried chile peppers, chile sauces and silver. It was a relaxing way to kill time while waiting for the repairs to be done. Onward to Albuquerque!!!