Billy the Kid continues to figure prominently in the lore of southern New Mexico. This sign was posted on a building in La Mesilla, a well-preserved town just south of Las Cruces.
It was a gorgeous, crisp morning heading out of Las Cruces toward El Paso, with the sun rising behind the Organ Mountains and mist hanging over the cotton fields and pastures. The first half of the ride was through exceptionally beautiful terrain, while the second half was through the blight of suburban shopping malls on the outskirts of El Paso.
We had our third state crossing, so the margaritas will be flowing tonight.
It was a good day to be a SAG driver. Only one flat at the first SAG stop—how convenient? Otherwise, an uneventful day for the support vehicle and driver.
I joined Lois and Marci for lunch at a Mexican restaurant next to our hotel. Being a Sunday afternoon, extended families covering many generations filled the tables and booths. We were the only three Anglo faces in the house—always a good sign.
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