Comments on: Under Big Skies and Blazing Sun in West Texas

By: live. work. dream. | Full Time RVing Sabbatical Lifestyle Blog | RVing Through Violence on the Mexico Border

Sat, 17 Apr 2010 16:28:07 +0000

[...] Arizona, which is spitting distance from the Mexican border. It’s a beautiful park, much like Big Bend in Texas, but with more plant diversity (in my un-scientific [...]

By: Rene

Rene — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:01:41 +0000

And how many of us love a state so much that we’ll decorate practically everything we own with the state flag theme? Or wear it as a t-shirt? Ever see a New Yorker or a Californian wearing a t-shirt patterned from their flag? I don’t think so.

Yeah, there is something magical here. Your description does it justice. Except I won’t be chewing on a steak anytime soon.

By: Eric Auckerman

Eric Auckerman — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 00:52:17 +0000

When someone hollers “Texas” my ears perk up like sun baked prairie dog chasing a field mouse who just escaped the prickling juices of a hungry snake’s jowls.

The human brain cannot consume, manage, nor store the volume of tales both real and or fabricated in this high and dusty terrain that dips it’s shoreline into the golf of Mexico.

How many of us can claim to live in a state’s whose baked horizon is comprised of feldspar, quartz, coyote, rusted columbines, and doe-eyed cattle whose calm makes time stand still.

The few rivers of Texas flow slow and easy, as if near coagulated. The distances between people and things is just enough to give one and all the space to be themselves without intrusion or consequence thereof.

The Texan is a product of vastness, vastness of mind, body, and hospitality. Boundless and as abundant as their good natures allow cause the average Texan – if there ever was such a thing – will always strive to put their best boot forward with regard to human relations. In other words, overt and demonstrated courtesy is the minimum standard by which most Texans live by.

Take in the poetry, sip a longneck, and chew that steak ever so slowly, but above all else, savor that dry air and all it’s history.

Enrico!

By: DAF Overlander Expedition Vehicle Boondocking Amistad | live. work. dream.

DAF Overlander Expedition Vehicle Boondocking Amistad | live. work. dream. — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 20:04:35 +0000

[...] and got the grand tour while boondocking at Lake Amistad, where we sent them off with our maps of Big Bend. They shared with us stories of worldwide travel in their DAF, and how they picked it up for a [...]

By: Louise

Louise — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 03:54:34 +0000

Susan, wow. Just, wow. That wasn’t aimed at you.

We lived in California for over 20 years and consider it our home state emotionally (not legally anymore). So…wow.

By: Susan Fox

Susan Fox — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 02:48:37 +0000

Who am I to argue with Steinbeck ;0) ?

By: Henry Ferguson

Henry Ferguson — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 23:01:41 +0000

My brothers friends who live near Big Bend use rain water. They collect it from their home’s roof and anywhere else they can. I am not sure how big their barrels are.

By: Rene

Rene — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:08:34 +0000

Agree with you on that one. I visited Austin in the early 90s and it was a much different place then, way more laid back, just like the movie Slacker depicted it. Today it’s all rush rush and a lot like Berkeley or San Francisco. I wouldn’t live there now, but back then I almost did.

By: Rene

Rene — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:06:48 +0000

Well, you might soon have a place to come stay so you can see for yourself . . . .

By: Jeremy

Jeremy — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:32:00 +0000

I’ve actually only been to Austin once, so I probably shouldn’t make snap judgements. But it’s almost like not even being in Texas — it’s like a little island of California, except that they like barbecue a little more.

I bet I would like Austin more if it weren’t trying to be in Texas.