The old church in Mesilla is supposed to be one of those must-stop destinations for tourists, but we found the doors locked. We wandered around outside dutifully, and I got some nice shots, but it was actually rather depressing, with all the memorials for those lost in war, and the little memorial for those lost to abortion.
We knew it would be a long day of driving, which it was. I think that sometimes I want to make New Mexico something other than it is, which is gloriously empty, dry land. It makes sense to an Arizonan mind. But it's also got these lovely mountains, and slightly different flora because it's a different desert with a different rainfall pattern. Water is everything, especially when you get less than 19" of rain every year.
So what do I remember from that long day of driving? Nothing except a sense of happiness.
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