The road walk continues this morning. It's not so bad since it's a dirt road and there are things to look at: hills, rock formations, cactuses, cows. But the sun rises higher and by mid-morning I'm already walking under my sunbrella attached awkwardly to my shoulder straps.
Then a truck comes rumbling up from behind us and slows down to offer us a ride. Mud leaves it up to me. I'm so hot and blistered from the sun that I hardly have to think about it. We get in the cushy back seat of the truck and ride all the way down to the highway where a little town called Socorro sits.
We find a shady spot in the Walmart parking lot and share a pint of Ben and Jerry's non-dairy ice cream while assessing the situation: we've got limited time until we head back north and want to see the most enchanting parts of the grand enchantment trail. Plus, we drove through Utah on the way here and feel compelled to at least spend a few days exploring the land of towering rocks and red canyons on the way home.
So it's decided: we'll skip ahead. A few hours later we find ourselves on the side of the road. I have my hitching crystal out and Mud is singing the hitching song. Most people just drive by and give us weird looks. They'll wave if they're feeling friendly. New Mexico hitching is a whole different game
than we're used to. It takes a while, even when we're at our best.
Finally a dude in a pickup truck stops and we hop in the bed and fly down the highway. We spend the night in the next town where the grocery store has gone out of business and the locals hang out at the saloon, throwing empty beer bottles across the bar into the trash can. But at least there's iced tea.
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