Every now and then something comes over me, and I have to get away. Most of the time I don't have the means to get to where I want to go, but the other day something hit me - I can go somewhere that isn't thaaat far away and still have get the itch scratched. You may or may not know that since about mid-August I've had a serious romance with the idea of going to a southwestern, desert city (originally focused on NM and then later AZ.) Yes, I realize I'm from Texas....maybe the major drought finally got in my brain. (There may have also been a few other factors, but we'll put this all on the drought.) Either way, I've been dancing with the idea of hot days, chilly nights, multi-colored sunsets, and sand-dusted boots. Well this weekend I got all that, minus the chilly night depending on where your from.
Now, the majority of my besties don't live in Austin, however good ol' Al does. I have to say, he gets the "Ride or Die" award of 2011. So this weekend was no different. Sometime during last week I said to myself, "Self, quit thinking of doing stuff and DO STUFF." Then came that get-t-f-o-here thought again. Somehow, my mind landed on Enchanted Rock. I planted the idea in Al's head and next thing you know it was an unplanned plan. We grabbed a map (notice the word map - NO GPS), grabbed a Texas breakfast (tacos and coffee, duh) and hit the highway.
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