There's a narrow window of calm air in the morning, but it was closing by the time I got my act together and on the road. It was howling out of the south at 25 to 40 miles per hour as I drove west on I-10. Not fun.
I called it quits in Deming. A whole 60 miles for the day. So much for my plan to head south to Columbus, near the border, then west on Highway 9 through Hachita and Animas on my way to Douglas, Arizona. If I was going to be blown around, I'd rather do it while parked. And asphalt makes less dust. Hurray for Wallydocking.
I wanted to get a better look at the "boot heel" of New Mexico because I've been working on a short story I've set there. Out of the way, little known, hostile to human survival... Perfect for what I had in mind. I pledge to get an early start.