“Well, you know we’re probably too old for this Maybe the rest of the world is too young We drive five hundred miles to get loose and get wild And stay up ‘till the last song is done.” – Gary P. Nunn, Terlingua Sky There is a time in Texas when the weight of the sun lifts slightly, and dry, western air eases eastward against the muggy Gulf flow. We call this autumn. Northerners have no ability to notice the subtle change when they visit because the daytime temperature continues to hold around 80 and fair skin still burns when exposed. This is my favorite time of the year, when I travel, almost because of a genetic, migratory instinct, west of the Pecos River.
The Rushing Minutes
Damn sorry I missed that trip. Though I'll never forget the other trips. They have been part of the greatest gifts in my life.