Home Sweet Home. Home to pretty azaleas and daffodils blooming like mad. Home to a pile of laundry, a pile of mail, and three chores on my spring list still undone. Home to absolutely no desire what-so-ever to get back into the routine. Writing? What? You’re kidding me. Really, aren’t you? Aw – come on.
I enjoyed a wonderful trip to another wonder of America encapsulated in a National Park. I swam and canoed in the Rio Grande River, hiked in the Chisos Mountains, the Guadalupe Mountains, and underground in Carlsbad Caverns (again – can’t help myself – that place is so cool!). I did get to see Bluebonnets, although the warm spring meant they were already past-plus for the most part when we got there. The bulk of them lie far to the east in the rolling hills, and Texas is simply too big to venture over there too. We didn’t have time to do everything we would have liked to do as it was. Numerous varieties of cacti were beginning to bloom though, so we got to see the many colors of desert spring. We met lots of nice people, ate lots of good food, and got surprised by a couple of different kinds of oasis’ in the desert from the Sitting Bull Waterfalls to the Gage Hotel in Marathon. Oh, and I must mention that the stars at night are just stunning when you camp in the desert.
The only snake I saw was a black rubber one – discreetly placed in my suitcase by my travel companion. Should have seen that coming. I’m pretty sure I woke the entire campground with my scream. Suggestions for revenge are welcome. I have to say, I get silly when I get tired, so all bets are off after 8:30 at night. Many nights I laughed myself to a state of jello, the sign of a good trip and good fun.