I was driving with a friend out to W. TX yesterday for some shows in Terlingua (abt 10 miles from the Mexico border and absolutely gorgeous). What was supposed to be an 8 hr drive turned into about a 12 hr drive.. A turn was missed in Alpine.. blah blah. We went about 100 miles on the wrong road when I realized.. "We should have been there by now and all I keep seeing are these signs that say 'historical maker 1 mile.' I think we're going the wrong way, yeah.. we're definitely going the wrong way." So, we turn around (it's a little after 10pm at this point) and head back the way we came. After a few miles (speed limit 70mph), we are hauling ass toward a pack of wild boars in the middle of the road, just hangin' out on a nice Monday evening in the Texas desert. We did not have time to slow down and there was just enough room for the vehicle to squeeze through the middle of the boar family without even running over a toe. Whew! We couldn't do anything but laugh at this point.. So we're driving along laughing and thanking God we didn't hit a wild boar in the middle of the desert. A few miles down the road.. in a quick few second (still laughing) a precious fox runs out in front of the car and goes under. You know when little kids around 3 or 4 yrs can't yet tell the difference between laughing and crying? They make that face that's in between.. like a laugh-cry.. It's confusing and awkward, but beautiful at the same time. That was us in the car. Do we cry, do we keep laughing.. What the hell just happened? We had to pull over and say a prayer for that little fox. It was as if the sweet sacrificed his soul for our lives. We kept driving and almost ran over a skunk, got sprayed and then a fleet of bats flew up in the front of our windshield. About 3 hrs later we made it to our hotel and got to sleep.
Magical. Frightening. Mysterious. Life. Love. Darkness. Nature. Desert. Mountains. Cry-laughing. Sacredness.