We're in Las Cruces.

Harley, Bridget's miniature chihuahua had an allergic reaction to some trash under a tree at Rudy's Bar-B-Que near San Antonio; we saw my friend Tobe driving the

tour bus on I-10 just outside Marfa; the dog never pooped once. We at incredible Mexican food at Elder Mexican in El Paso and finally crashed in Las Cruces, New Mexico. Tomorrow, Arizona, then L.A.