So I ended up not going to Texas/New Mexico after all, and I can't say I'm not glad of it.
Here's a little story from the last time I was there (be forewarned, it is not exciting):
There is nothing to do in Hobbs, New Mexico after 5pm. In truth, there is nothing to do in Hobbs, New Mexico before 5pm either, but we were working, and hard, and it was hottern shit so we didn't realize how little there is to do. I suppose the fact that a quarter of the town turned out to watch us fix a cooling tower may have clued us in to the fact...
Anyway, Friday evening, desperate for some sort of entertainment, we drove to a nearby town, also a god-forsaken shithole, and walked the single, dusty street end to end.
The end.
I mean, can you blame me for not being sad about not returning? However, I will be going there in October now. Yay!
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