That left a hole in my heart, a sinking feeling, and a feeling that I want to go throw up all the shit I’ve been eating for the last two days. Spending time in the desert with friends; life just doesn’t get any better than that.
More than ever, it was tough to say “Nope, sorry dude, gotta go to Texas for Thanksgiving”. Every couple of hours I’ve been dreaming about being there, in “the same campsite”; hiking the joint trail, through Hells Kitchen and Chessler Park. Visiting people out of necesity & obligation just isn’t as satisifying as being with people who make your soul happy.
I’ve missed the trip, the slot canyons, the desert, the campfires, the smartass comments, & the laughs, more than ever. I hope you do the trip again next year, because after this weekend with family in god-for-saken Texas, I’ll think of it at least 365 times before next year.
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