2.15.09. Las Cruces to Marfa, 240 miles. Two states: New Mexico and Texas. Dining alone is something I do quite often. I prefer to dine at the bar, because even if the bartender is too busy or not the friendly type, I feel engaged with another human. I’ve never felt the need to read a book, although sometimes I’ll take a few notes. Once in Florence, after C had flown back to California a day ahead of me,