Wild
The honest-to-god West we were finally in did not disappoint. Swathes of flatiron land crisscrossed by highway and train track fell away suddenly to rusty colored valleys and canyons. The landscape was as untame as I had always imagined it. We rolled our way into Las Vegas, NM ("the original Las Vegas!") and posted up camp among the coyotes and lakebirds. The next day before shoving off we stumbled upon our first hot spring of the trip, completely by accident, which was at least for me a religious experience. Photo unavailable.




















