It was an odd feeling to leave Texas with no plan to return. I’d called Texas home since 1997, the longest I’d lived in any state in my adult life. I was a bit sad to cross the state line but also excited.
I was looking forward to riding in New Mexico, Sarah and I had spent a summer in Santa Fe for internships and both thoroughly enjoyed our time there. Especially the food and in particular, stuffed poblanos.
Passing through an agricultural valley near the Rio Grande, one of our first stops was a small café where I was faced with a dilemma, red or green. The colors refer to the types of chili sauces. Unable to decide I ordered both. Sarah tucked into a plate of gorditas.
On our way to Las Cruces we saw fields of hay, alfalfa, and lettuce. We passed through pecan groves that reminded me of the tree-covered streets of Savannah, Georgia.
Crossing the mighty Rio Grande River was a surprise. It was completely dry. The area has been under draught conditions for years. The upstream dams are being held for agricultural use. The local growers are pumping ground water to irrigate and yields are down. Be prepared to pay higher prices for produce in the near future.
By early afternoon we were enjoying the company of John and Donetta who generously offered to host us for a night. Thank you both!
John had done extensive touring in the past and he knew exactly what we needed. Showers, laundry and an all you can eat buffet. He’d even written a booklet about the cyclo tourists essential diet. It was great reading.
A day of bliss and delight, by definition, a day of enchantment.