Tuesday my daughter and I flew into El Paso, Texas in the middle of a sandstorm driven by 50-60- mile winds. At least they were tail winds but the flight from Phoenix to El Paso was a totally white knuckle, teeth clenching, stomach churning, beverage free experience. The captive audience of the full-to-capacity flight broke into spontaneous appluase as the wheels touched down and the wings finally stabilized.
The drive from El Paso to Las Cruces, New Mexico was equally thrilling. The 50 mile per hour winds caused pieces of rooftop ventilation covers and highway traffic signs to levitate and cross the freeway in front of us.
Since we have been well spoiled by California weather, this inconvenient truth was foreign to us and a little unnerving. We headed for our favorite Mexican restuarant--La Posta in Old Mesilla, New Mexico. By then, the wind was blowing the New Mexico real estate horizontally into our eyes, mouth and lungs as we walked from the car to La Posta but the vision of enchiladas and margaritas lured us on.
Yes, besides eating I did find some stones to purchase on this trip and you can see those in an upcoming post.
Oh, I heard that it was windy, but that sounds rather extreme. The lovely architecture and yummy Mexican food will overcome a lot of hardships, I should think. Thanks for the note you sent. ~Annie
ReplyDeleteYou are making me miss home!
ReplyDeleteBut not driving through the southern part of the stare and encountering walls of dark brown earth swirling across the land. You never forget once being caught in one.
But compared with the treasure to be found in NM - a small price to pay.