Las Cruces is just a hop, skip, and jump from El Paso, TX, which is on the New Mexico and old Mexico border. I mean this quit literally. At one point driving through El Paso you are on I-10. There is the interstate, next to that the railroad, next to that the Rio Grande, and there is Mexico.
I know that all of Mexico does not look like this, but the city across the river from El Paso is about the bleakest I've ever seen. It truly looks like every image I ever pictured in my mind of "Mexico." Crumbling adobe houses, narrow streets, poor, poor, poor. Perhaps my eyes deceive me, but gazing across the river, that is how it appears. What saddens me more, is that they can gaze across the river too. Not such a great shot of El Paso. It was hard to get one. And granted it has its crumbling adobe houses, its graffiti, its poor sections, too. But looking at that particular view of Mexico made me incredibly thankful that God placed me in a country as grand as the good ole USA. Granted we have our issues, and our government is screwy sometimes. But thank God I live on this side of the river!There flag was bigger......but these two meant a lot more to me.
And after loading these pictures and looking at them blown up to full screen size, I'm thinking that with a soggy day spent in Elgin, TX with too much time on a load and the prospect of a week with lower profits...what do I have to complain about?
God blessed Texas...and me!