There wasn’t a big sign or welcome center on the small backroad road we followed from West Texas to Carlsbad, New Mexico—just curtains of rain on the horizon and an exciting lightning storm. This is exactly what I remember/picture when I think of New Mexico: horizons, clouds, open space. It’s so beautiful.
We arrived in Carlsbad along with flash flooding and Mountain Time. The Lucky Bull restaurant, housed in the old city hall, served up New Mexico draft beef and perfect sliders and burgers. The lightning Storm continued until well past bedtime.