The only saving grace for daylight savings is that it gives you an extra hour of sleep on Sunday after pretty much being partied out from a one week stay in the desert. I did not have that problem this year since for the second leg of my trip, I arrived on Saturday.
Though my friends wanted to stay up, I knew they were tired and we called it a night at 2:00 a.m. which with the new time change became 1:00 a.m. Woke up at 5:00 a.m. when the Guy's Camp started hitching up their trailers and vehicles to their trucks and RV's.
Goodbyes are always sad and I hated to see them go, especially since I spent so little time with them and I know it will be a while before I see them again.
Little by little you see this city that sprung up in the middle of the desert return to its origins and though there inevitably is some sadness, there is also a sense of peacefulness once the majority of the chili heads leave.
|Goodbye my dear friends :-(|
|Paramedics heading to Grandpa's|
Seriously, grandpa did not leave in the ambulance but it seems they did follow the paramedics. Hope he is fine.
These people were not very considerate, they moved my table and placed garbage on my empty beer boxes and table. My best friend was not happy and told them so.
Sunday evening we enjoyed a nice campfire as we looked toward the east and saw thunder and lighting. It was eerie but beautiful at the same time and lucky for us, we did not get rained on.
By now the chili head population was down to a few and you could actually feel the peace and quiet. Five-hour one-way drive...twenty hours total, over two-hundred dollar fine, two trips...peace only my favorite desert can afford me...priceless!!!
Good night. May you all have Terlingua Dreams.