South Texas

A drafty hole blew through my optimism in South Texas. I respect that it is inhospitable here and that people have created lives for themselves regardless. The tension we feel about the border is amplified by the presence of a lot of border patrol. Being Anglo continues to confer that bubble of priviledge that makes me shudder with the unfairness of the whole thing. This land is fierce enough without creating the burdens of ethnoracism.
This woman received our 15,000 mile Best Dressed Flagger Award, besides being a lovely person on a dusty road.
Anything, even a sticker truck, is quite worthy of note here.
I've been enjoying the birds. This is a crested caracara and there are lots of them here. They eat carrion.
Michael processed veggie oil yesterday under the alternatingly wary and sleepy eyes of this Great Horned Owl who was roosting under an underpass.
We head into country that is more mountainous now...I am glad to be saying Adios (from Del Rio, Texas) to the flat densely scrubby areas in favor of ?.