Usually only rock climbers go the additional 26 miles to Tres Piedras, a handful of houses scattered around the intersection of U.S. 64 and U.S. 285.
Its name (Three Stones) comes from the rock formations that spike up from the utterly flat plain, looking as though they should be in Australia or Greece.
Otherwise, you can stop to browse at The Old Pink Schoolhouse Gallery (U.S. 64 at U.S. 285, 575/758-7826, erratic hours, so call ahead), an absorbing accretion of Mexican and New Mexican artwork and trinkets, all crammed in the village’s former school-turned-mill.