Left Austin last Saturday enjoying the first 50 miles of gorgeous hillside, spring wildflowers, and flashbacks to 1971. Fast forward nearly 7 hours, and you will hear me screaming, "Let me out of Texas!" Yes, it is a damn big state.
As I rolled into New Mexico, literally, tumbleweeds blew across the highway, the sky was bluer than blue, and the mesas - my best description - like a perfectly seared tuna steak. The first overnight of the "next half" of my journey, Roswell. Makes sense, doesn't it?
Now enjoying Albuquerque; that story will come later in the week.
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover