Crown Mountain glows in a shaft of light from the setting sun and throws its shadow upon the Deadhorse Mountains.
O Lord, O Lord
Been so long on this dusty road
Oh mama, I need a leg to stand on.
I need a card,
I need a card.
Hit me, not too hard!
Oh mama, I need a winning hand.
— Railroad Earth, “Elko”
This has been a hard year, capped by the death of my father four months ago. Even in times of hardship and pain, the very thought of going back to Big Bend has always been a bright spot. Of late, even that had faded, as I was not sure when I would return. I found myself planning no trip, considering no dates for return or places to go once I got there. My last trip there was in the spring – it was my first in over a year. The next one … who knows?
This trip, in November 2011, was unexpected and unplanned. As early as a week before, I had not thought about going to Big Bend in November, as there was no opportunity to get away from my job in Dallas. Then it appeared, a chance, not only to return to the beloved desert, but also to go for more than two uninterrupted weeks. In the few days prior to departure, I focused on gathering my gear together for car camping, backpacking and some lodging nights. Many of the pre-trip activities I usually do – map making, GPS loading, itinerary planning, menu making – were left undone. I had one vague plan, which was to backpack to the Waterworks area of Fresno Creek, and this would be sufficient to lure my old pal Brett out for almost a week.
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