In for the day
It did indeed rain like hell the next day. Before the worst of it rolled in I got out for a quick look at the Skyline campground, where I've stayed every other time I've been in Ruidoso.
Skyline is 9k-something feet up, which I now recall made sleeping a little problematical the last time I was there in 2001. Breath comes hard that high. Nevertheless, I poked around in the mist long enough to gather some pine deadfall for the fire I knew I'd be building back in the cabin as soon as the rain started in earnest.