Thursday night, March 30th & Friday
Another 390 miles cruised by with half a dozen rides when I landed in Las Cruces, New Mexico, and decided to tilt south toward El Paso. The allure of Mexico pulled, but I understood my attraction stemmed from romantic songs—songs that varnished poverty with smooth melodies—so I decided to stay in my home country.
By the time I’d reached the outskirts of El Paso day had run deep into night.