Tuesday, July 21, 2009
1000 Years of Solitude
I have never been to such a lonely place in all of my travels. I have been parked at Sotol Vista in Big Bend National Park for more than an hour and only one car has passed. The last 70 miles of road that I passed has been nothing but empty countryside, with only a border patrol station and at two visitors centers to break up the view.
All day I have traveled through desert, stopping at canyons and gulches that I passed to take a few pictures. The terrain has gone from low trees, to dead dry brush, to green desert valley (?), to high plateau. I spoke to three people today. I spoke once at a rest stop, once to ask about a bathroom at a gas station, and once at the Big Bend visitor’s center. Each time, I have been surprised by the sound of my own voice. I can only imagine how lonely the girl working at the visitor’s center must get during the summer off season.
Now I am sitting completely naked on the top of a mountain waiting for the sun to set over Mexico. It is funny to me to be sitting in one country, watching the sun set over another country. I wonder what I will hear from the L-rd in all of this solitude.