I rolled up the sleeping bag, broke camp, and repacked the buggy.
I started to put in the miles:
I made it to Vado just past 9 a.m.
I stopped at a little shack and ate a burrito for breakfast. It was good!
I made it to a Family Dollar, bought some pop tarts, and set up my hammock in some trees. I reclined for a long siesta.
Time passed. It was long rest, but I was only 15 miles or so from Las Cruces. There were no Masses at the cathedral that evening, so I knew I had a half day to utilize.
I made it to Mesquite and filled up an empty gallon of water.
I rejoined the road to Las Cruces.
Storm clouds hovered to the west. I watched crazy lightening from a safe distance.
Four miles from Las Cruces, I found a big and illuminated sign. Holy Cross Retreat Center. I contemplated heading down to ask the friars if I could rest on the property until morning. The private road sign threw me off, there were a few of them.
I found a New Convent church next door along the main road. I set up my hammock beneath an outdoor staircase. It started to rain lightly but I remained dry.
I fell asleep to a bright moon and dogs and coyotes battling off in the distance.