Journey-Day 9

Once a year my family loads the Conestoga wagon pop-up travel trailer and makes a pilgrimage to the Pecos River near Santa Fe, New Mexico. Along the Llano Estacado, we check for beacons. Cotton is taller in Texas. A tumble weed is wider in New Mexico. A smelly feed lot evokes, “That’s a lot of hamburgers.” Finally, the mesas appear, golden sentries guarding treasure. A few miles later, we spy a silhouette, the purple majesty of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. With gradual ascension, we shed our cares.

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About Elisabeth Crisp / @crisplyspoken

I write funny stories about serious subjects.

Posted on August 9, 2012, in Just One Thing, Writers Write and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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