If you are reading this, I am walking around somewhere in West Texas at Big Bend Ranch State Park. My ankle is purple. My muscles are strong. There are springs, so I don’t have to carry water with me. I have a copy of The Road.
One of the things I’ve been committed to do since I started working an adult job is to savor my time off. If I have a three day weekend, I am a cartoon puff a dust. I’m out of here. I’ll get out of town and visit friends or go walk, read. and sit by the creek with my eyes closed and listen to the different parts of nature.
This trip, I’ll be backpacking and there will be desert springs along the trail. I can’t wait to find the seeps and follow the green to water. After reading Craig Childs’ The Secret Life of Water, I’ve been dying to go to place a like this, a desert spot with water readily available. If you didn’t know, there is a perfect amount of water for the life that has adapted to it. I can’t wait to be back home.
Anyways, that’s all I got. The floor is yours to discuss whatever. Talk about that or whatever else is on your mind—Texans, books, movies, food, drinks, music, other sports, hobbies, etc.—in the wide open expanse below. S.N.O.T. is what you make of it. Just remember all the standard commenting rules apply.