Folks, I’m taking a holiday. There are exactly nine days between responsibilities, and if I don’t take advantage of them, the tempest in my mind will swirl to disaster.
This trip is fraught with danger, but since I’m a moderate recluse, my every outing tends to be extreme but memorable. So Thursday at noon sharp, I’m leaving behind all electronics,* no phones, no timepieces, no Facebook, no blog, no goddamned cable news, and I’m hitchhiking to Big Bend National Park.
I love nature and I love quiet and I’ve always enjoyed a strange exhilaration in distance hitchhiking. Can’t quite explain it. I’ll also attempt primitive camping in the Chisos Mountains and possibly at the Rio Grande. We shall see. Aside from stinging insects, thorny plants, venomous reptiles, bears, mountain lions, and racist drivers, I’ll also enjoy a few triple digit days in the west Texas desert. I’m most concerned about that. The sun can kill your ass before you hit the ground. But all things considered, I’m really looking forward to it.
Sooo, if you don’t hear from me again, it’s because I’ve experienced death by one of the above mentioned antagonists and it’s been a pleasure knowing you.**
**I'll be fine
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