Day 10. Mile 1890. Ft. Sunmer, nm

I don't know why I've been saying its day 9. We all know its day 10. My
sense of time is really out of whack. It took me about ten miles of
thinking to realize that it is, in fact, tuesday.

The sixty or so miles from clovis to ft. Sunmer were blissfully
uneventful. The landscape was rather unvaried, except for intervals
where mountains appeared on my north. I haven't seen mountains since I
left arizona in january. The yellow grass is giving way to sand patches,
which excites me to no end. Environment variations keep a rider happy.

At one point the grass was white and looked like water instead of land.
That was surreal.

Ft. Sunmer is home to the grave of billy the kid. Meremec is home to the
grave of jesse james. I pass a lot of graves.

Its starting to warm up. I ought to go. Red twinkies are the devil.
~ I write with your life and my own ~