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,
Into the Great Wide Open of West Texas
Into the Great Wide Open of West Texas
Into the Great Wide Open of West Texas
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,