In the morning I ride through beautiful table mountains in new Mexico and make some good progress until I reach the Texas border at noon. The road turns into a straight, flat line through endless boring fields and the headwind blows with 35 kmh. I run out of water and food and struggle heavily to make it to Dalhart before sunset. 210 km but it feels like a king stage in the mountains. Forecast looks equally bad so I will switch completely to night cycling now to escape the headwind a bid.