As you probably know, I returned home for a brief respite for my father-in-law's funeral. By plane and train I arrived in Alpine, TX this morning being greeted by the members of our ride. They didn't have to be there, but were. There were "we miss you" balloons on my bike. And doughnuts! Maybe it was the doughnuts that got them there, but whatever it was, I was overwhelmed by the kindness.
On the train there was a lady that was bound and determined to have a conversation. No amount of disinterest could alter her direction and I was the designated listener. She was getting off in Alpine also and worried that the folks that she needed to meet her hadn't confirmed that intent. She proceeded to bemoan the lack of public transportation in rural areas. And folks, west Texas is nothing if not rural.. I suggested that there might not be enough public to justify such transportation, but.....blah, blah, blah. Rescued by the train's arrival.
But what words might you use to describe west Texas. Windy. Scrub lands. Flat. Windy. Sandy. Rocky. Windy. Canyons. Windy. Treeless. Mountains. Windy. Sunny. Dry. And windy.
It's all of these things. And beautiful in its special way. The stars, the solitude, the sense of largeness. I like west Texas. Look at the pictures and choose your own words.
So glad you're back on the ride after a slight, but necessary, detour. Give Tina our love; and, peddle on...
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