Austin, Texas is the first place my eye wandered lustfully upon neon signs. I like them down and dirty, tacky, faded, broken, and even handmade.
As you fly through the nothing-filled, interstate-landscape of West Texas, try not to run over her spirit.
Weary trailers, holy from a decade of sacrifice and solitude will greet you. Vacant towns count hours until the sun spills its yolk onto the horizon. To appreciate West Texas you will surrender your pace to her unconventional beauty. Her desolate solitude is a porthole. “Where my spirit can be free“ -Willie Nelson
Peep our video – we took on the gypsum dunes of White Sands National Monument.
Driving a motorhome up into the Gila National Forest and Gila Hot Springs is indeed treacherous. However, when your more adventurous self convinces your more practical self that the beauty awaiting you is worth drive… this is where you might end up.
“I’ve come here to find god, be swallowed by a vortex, and discover my purpose in life.“
I said as our friend’s station wagon carried us through the Red Rock valley from Cottonwood to Sedona. “I have a week, where should I start?” “You should try Center for the New Age” our driver suggests. I’m intrigued; Dennis sinks in his seat, succumbing to the inevitable.