I was starting to believe it may never happen,
but we eventually did cross a border and drive into New Mexico.
Thank goodness the terrain also changed and we saw elevations and variety
on the miles upon miles of horizon.
There were scattered volcanic mountains, some reaching almost 7,000 feet.
Mesas and rocky outcroppings confirmed that we had left flat Texas behind.
We read about the Santa Fe Trail and Spanish American War facts at rest areas.
We met some friendly New Mexican cowboys-- the modern kind who transport their cattle in trailers such as these rather than herds rounded up to the tune of "Git along little dogies!"
There are still reservations and Native Americans living in New Mexico.
Shoeless Joe and I found this rest area along the way and Jack kindly slowed down enough for us to hop back into the car before it returned to the highway.
Onward we go! As Robert Frost penned in a favorite poem of mine,
we have "miles to go before I sleep..."