We had been driving across the flat, nearly featureless terrain for a couple of hours, and there was nary a tree for as far as we could see. This landscape had a unique, stark sort of beauty, but it's nearly impossible not to feel a little exposed in the presence of that vastness. We then descended from the mesa and into the Pecos River Valley just outside of Roswell, and immediately into what seemed to be an entirely different world as the flat earth gave way to a twisting, tree-lined river valley. Suddenly, we found ourselves in a shroud of green.

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