waking up the third morning
on an outcropping of caliche above palo duro canyon
packed up camp and climbed down
bright yellow, orange and red mounds that make up the canyon walls.
a truly a bizarre eroded landscape against the perfectly blue sky.
back on the road across the panhandle
into new mexico
stopped for a homemade sign advertising a pecan harvester
surrounded by industrial salvage
met a man named ben.
we talked for a hour about machine tools
his religious beliefs
and his sex life.
77 years of storytelling
200 miles to white sands
arrived minutes before sunset
permit office was closed
snuck into backcountry