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- Where the Vikings landed
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Marfa and the Food Shark
“The Food Shark is coming! The Food Shark is coming!” someone cried. The crowd, which had been congenially gathered in the Marfa Book Co., stampeded toward the door. I didn’t know whether to duck-and-cover or to elbow my way to … Continue reading
Posted in American Southwest, Destinations, People, Travel info, Weird experiences
Tagged Food Shark, Marfa, mystery lights, Texas, TX
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My Illegal Scorpion
For hundreds of miles the Rio Grande defines that tense border between Mexico and the U.S. At Big Bend, that stretch of harsh desert region, however, the two neighbors historically have had to rely on each other to survive. The border in Big Bend … Continue reading
Posted in American Southwest, Epiphanies, Uncategorized, Weird experiences
Tagged Big Bend, Boquillas, Santa Elena, Texas, TX
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The Metaphor of the Hike
During my week at Big Bend, I completed three hikes. They were nice, moderate hikes–about five miles each, round-trip. They each ended at some wonderful destination, and then I returned by the same route. As I trundled merrily (or sweatily) over … Continue reading
