85 miles from Mexico
Dead-bird water for my morning oatmeal. Walkin ten miles over the bright open desert to Lordsburg, flat windblown little town with the nicest people you’ll ever meet. We eat burgers and I take a wonderful shower. Do laundry. Run errands. Pay bills on my phone. Lay in the motel room and space out on instagram. You know.
Tomorrow- what happens? Supposedly the trail will climb. What does that mean where we are, here, in the bootheel of New Mexico?
Only one way to find out.
Photos on instagram.