Technically speaking, the broad, open desert is about as unlike a precipice as it gets. Metaphorically though, being here has me feeling a bit on edge. I will say that the desert itself is beautiful (lovingly deemed "hot and snakey" by Enid). But this is our final departure point. The day after tomorrow we go forward into the unknown. Age and motherhood and the extra 15 lbs I picked up somewhere between sane and severly unsettled have made me a bit more squeemish about that prospect than in earlier years. I waver between courageous and happily excited and uncertain and stoically determined.
The photo is from our evening walk in Ron's "backyard".
This is looking south across hwy 98 from Ron's "front yard". The mountains in the far background are in Mexico. However, we won't be crossing the border for another 6 days and about 1,500 miles east of here.
One of the "Ocotillo" for which this town is named.
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