Today we had a beautiful 109 mile ride through remote New Mexico from Las Vegas to Tucumcari. We were told it was named “The Loneliest Highway in America” but actual documentation of this is sparse. It’s a very quiet road with endless views. No rain, no hail, no flats, and no oppressive heat.

All this was topped off with tacos in the hotel and Cherry Garcia from across the street. Tomorrow it’s another long straight road into the Lone Star state.

The only downside of the day was the passing of Uncle John, the eldest brother of Stacy’s father. John was a kind and brilliant man who was the patriarch of a large family and leaves behind a huge scientific legacy. We’re all better off for having known him.