I thought it would be at my back and help push me along, but it was from my side. I had to lean into the wind to keep from getting blown off the road and still found myself in the gravel side a bunch of times despite my efforts. It was pretty dangerous. I crossed the state line into New Mexico , though, and eventually some pecan groves blocked some of the wind as I biked closer to the town of Mesilla. The one good thing about the wind was that it blew these huge tumbleweeds across fields.
Tumbleweeds are actually big bushes that break off and start tumbling in the wind.
I was surprised how big they are. I stopped in Mesilla since my mom had mailed some stuff there for me. Mesilla was a nice old Spanish town with lots of adobe houses and an old town square. Lots of silver and turquoise jewelry stores, too. I'm in the southwest now.