We were standing on a mountain topWhere the cactus flowers grow...
(the new flowers are rainbow cactus flowers)
What is it about this place that get in your blood? No matter how many times you get to stand in that blazing sun, eat Chilli in Terlingua, or gaze across the Rio Grande at the sleepy little town of
Boquillas where the kids run in the streets chasing the dust storms, you just can't wait to go back. I love Big Bend. It's a mixture of life and death, searing heat and freezing nights, its the yin and the yang of Texas. Where opposites attract and pain is comfortable. I haven't posted pics from my trip yet because I haven't had time. But now I'm done, my last final is over, hopefully forever.
Here's our digs... the Barker house, researcher housing. It was wonderful, primative and cozy.
This was one OLD lone star can, I think one of my proffessors probably left it there from when he was my age. It was pre-pop top. You had to open it like a can of evaporated milk. I couldn't take it because it was considered an archaeological artifact.
