On the road again

First stop, Las Cruces, New Mexico.
The sky in New Mexico is fabulous, a constantly changing panorama of cloud and color, endless permutations of blue and white and grey. It's as if God took up watercolors. That's what it's like -- driving through a watercolor someone else is painting.
Las Cruces is bigger than what you'd expect after 200 miles of nothing but desert, rocks, bare hills and cactus. The Mogollon used to live here. Then came the Spanish and in 1848, the Americans. The US Army laid out the city with rawhide rope and stakes and people drew lots for their property.
Billy the Kid was tried and convicted of murder here.
There's a Farmer's and Artisan's Market this morning. We're going. I love markets.