One thing you can count on in New Mexico in the summer is an afternoon thunderstorm. We caught our first one shortly after crossing the state line. I guess it's ok, because the clouds here are so perfect. Absolutely perfect, cartoon, pictorgraph clouds, white and puffy with diagonal stripes of rain hailing down from above. They looked like the weather icons you see on the five-day forecast. We got lucky and chased the storm, and the got sprinkled on, a welcome refreshment after a day of hard riding through hot, dry West Texas with nothing but oil derricks and wind farms as far as the eye could see.
I can't complain about West Texas too much, because our route took us through the unusually verdant Concho valley. There were pastures of green grass throughout most of the journey. There were also lots of those lil roadside picnic shelters, that are one of the things I adore about Texas.
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