As we approached Sierra Vista, the mountains just south of the town appeared to be steaming. A fire was being extinguished and the entire town was shrouded in its smoke.
We were greeted by a family of friends whose hospitality will go down in McCall history. They treated us to pizza and pasta, the children played with our children and much merriment and intelligent discussion was had.
As the evening wore on, there were fireworks… in the middle of February. Odd that. But fitting for my recent release just the same. We laughed and chatted deep into the night and were awoken to the smell of homemade breakfast. Hospitality is a lost art to most, but this family has it in spades!
We drove another six hours east. Slowly, the rugged Arizona desert with all its mystical, dark charm, faded into the flat brownness of southern New Mexico. My son took a photo of it on his disposable camera and I joked that he was shooting a picture of nothing.
I bore easily of flat, brown, foreverness. And now that we are curled up in our hotel room in El Paso, I’m dreading tomorrow’s forever nothingness across the length of the great state of Texas. Ugh.
Tomorrow night? Austin! And the reuniting of old friends. 🙂