Not too interested in the desert on this leg, we stopped for lunch in New Mexico, and for a brief overnight stay in Arizona, and that was it. Didn’t really see much need to do a lot of exploring in the spoils of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo since we had spent some time there in the past few years. We did, however, stumble upon a sight we are considering revisiting: Picacho Peak. Site of the westernmost battle of the American Civil War, this lonely 3,000 foot high protrusion of rock was astonishingly picturesque and exuded a sort of magnetic draw to it. Despite the gearbox on the the slide motor taking a dump as we rolled in long after nightfall, this was a delightfully surprising highlight of our westward voyage.