June 6, 2007
our camping trip, in summary.
after severalteen hours of driving and still being in texas:
h: so. do you know the quickest way to get out of texas?
a: suicide?
h: [pregnant pause, followed by laughter at the fact that i trumped whatever she was about to say.]
well, i was going to suggest just driving to mexico, but your solution is much faster.
i shall tell you the story of our trip in pictures:
these are the chinati mountains. we camped at chinati hot springs, which is about 3 miles from mexico.
the nearest town is called presidio. it is nearly 50 miles from chinati springs. i got a tshirt.
there are many ruins of 17th century missions, as well as 19th century mining ghost towns. naturally, there are also a lot of cemeteries. desert cemeteries are all about rocks, makeshift crosses, and shrines. here are just a few of the many we saw.
this is our tent.
this is a bloodhound named waylon peter jennings, who lives at chinati springs.
here is the springfed swimming pool where we spent a lot of time fighting off the desert heat.
of course, you get to see the obligatory sunset shot over the chinati mountains.
here is one of my favorite pics of helen ever.
here she is again with mountains shaped like the profile of lincoln.
and finally, the best part of the whole trip...the border patrol. oh how they loved to stop our suspicious vehicle (aka boompmobile, aka grand marquis) under the likely suspicion of our harboring mexicans in the huge trunk.
i hope you have enjoyed our show.
*curtsies*