Good-byes / Sadness / Peace

Post for Sunday-November 6, 2016

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.

I had to be more thoughtful of my friends who had been here the whole week and then some. After eating all the food set before me, the least I could do was help in the clean up and packing as they had a long trip back to Houston, Dallas and a shorter trip for some to Fort Stockton.

 

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 :-(

There was some action, though.  We were surprised to see an ambulance dispatched to an RV.  It was an older man and some young kids.  Since we did not have the facts, we made a movie in our heads (that is what they call it in my Colombian soap operas).  We decided grandpa drank too much and got flashed repeatedly by the young Sul Ross State University co-ed's that he thought he was having a heart attack.

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.

 

This year I car camped but when I arrived Saturday, I was shocked to see that I was land locked and could barely get to my camp, although  I only had a shower, a table, and a chair!  I was camped next to Frann and Debi and they too were surprised when they got back from running errands in town to find that a village had sprung around them.

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.