Chapter 7As they were passing the Caballo Lake National Park, a big lake created by an earthen dam erected across the mighty Rio Grande back in the 1930s, Ford rejoiced at this sight for the umpteenth time and managed to briefly shed the nervousness caused by the boorish behavior of his passengers. He liked that landscape, notwithstanding that only a relatively small part of the lake could be seen from the road. The spirit of a peaceful oasis and defiant vegetation in the middle of a massive desert, split by a single line of asphalt – the fact that anything could actually live in those conditions was something Ford found fascinating. The lake was rich in fish and he had stopped there several times in the past for a day of fishing and a night spent eating small baked catfish, in times when
