Lazy. There's no other word for it. Knowing that I've got a job lined up in just a couple of weeks has completely changed the way I look at this website. It's no longer something I look forward too. For the the last 4 months I would go out of our my way and find things to do in order to write out my experiences to the world. Now I'm just writing this out of obligation to my readers. At least that just the way it feels. Time for life to get back to reality. The trip is over.... the adventure has ended... and I have sulked into the mundane day to day actions of planning the actions of our future in order to get set up to live again. I will carry on to the end.
It's early morning and the dog is sitting outside. He likes to hang out in the sun away from us and we get him out whenever we can. It's not always this easy. Roo is parked in the middle of some New Mexico BLM land and there isn't a tent within 100 yards. Eli takes full advantage of our distraction and covers himself in dirt. Awesome.
We pat off dusty dog and leave him behind. The other day we stumbled into some volunteer park rangers on the Smith Springs trail. They suggested we hike McKittrick Canyon for the fall colors. That's the destination for the day. A fairly easy 7 mile out and back trail shows us some gorgeous Texas countryside.
Katie and I both share a moment we didn't realize we were missing. Fall. The last month has been in the desert and there wasn't a fall. Soon we'll be going to St. Louis in the heart of winter. It was relieving to see another season besides the oppressive heat of the southwest. Tromping through the colors of dying leaves was wonderful. Halfway down the trail lay a stone cabin. It was built in the early 1930's and donated to the park for visitors to walk through.
Another mile to the end and we hit the grotto. This place was merely a further escape from the cabin for it's owners. Some stone picnic tables next to a small stream provided a beautiful backdrop for an afternoon out. The hallowed out cliff side complete with stone drippings added a bit of mystery to the location.
With the hike complete we need to stack some miles on. Roo was pointed southwest and Fort Stockton was the destination to hit. It's 3 o'clock in the afternoon and the goal is to pound out 180 miles of Texas landscape. Through the rows of oil rigs we traveled. The well beaten roads were punishment for the old girl. The next 3 hours would just be boxing match for Roo's suspension. At the end of it we were rewarded with a late pull in to an RV park.