If the year were 1840, we would have entered Mexico today as we passed through Pueblo in southern Colorado.
Instead, in this 2010, we cut across the corner of New Mexico state and entered Texas. And drove through Texas.
Texas pushed me into existential thinking. As Mark said, it is odd to be in a landscape where the highest topographical feature is the berm along the side of the highway.
And this evening, in our eleventh hour of driving for the day, we became hypnotized by hundreds of red lights - mounted on top of towers - flashing in unison across a huge expanse of land. It seemed as though we were driving into some kind of extraterrestrial grid. Finally, we discovered that the red lights were at the center of windmills - hundreds of them.
To Texas's credit, a line of pink rested on the horizon for a long time as the sun set across the plains, and then gave way to a wonderful spread of stars.
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Thank you so much for these posts! It makes me feel like I am with you, although instead of enjoying passing scences of surrounding lands through a car window, I am sitting in cramped office staring blankly at my computer screen! Although, I did change a belt on a snowmobile today.
ReplyDeleteLove you much and can't wait to talk again!