We ate guacamole, enchiladas, and fajitas under this enormous live oak tree. Perfection!
After six more hours in the rental car, we made it to our house in Terlingua. We drove through a sand storm. We drove through 75 mph wind gusts. We drove past wild burros. We drove through nothing - so desolate even the cattle seemed sad. We drove still dreaming about more lunch. All the way I was thinking, “This place better be like one step away from heaven.”
Maybe not heaven. But it is peaceful. Did I mention it is desolate? And windy?
It’s too cold to swim. I had high hopes for soaking in this thing. It is not to be.
We made our way to the general store to buy water, the water in our house is not potable, and I thought, very briefly, I can drink well water. I lived on it for 20 something years; I lived in Mexico for a summer. And then I saw a warning sign next to the faucets that said something about sulphur, and I reconsidered my stomach of iron.
We needed a few food items to go with our water. Few was the optimal word. It was the strangest collection of goods, so much so I almost cried. Then I reminded myself I’m here for adventure and not a culinary experience. Why didn’t I box up my leftovers today from lunch? The shelves had left over Easter Peeps, bacon, canned beans, cilantro, Oreos, Squirt, art supplies, and garden gear. We picked up breakfast food and burgers.
We got home in time to watch the sunset. And then I hurried inside. This warning was still fresh on my mind.
Tomorrow we hike in the canyon and scavenge for food. I hope to see animals - mammals, though, not reptiles. I hope to stay awake long enough to see the stars.
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