wonder why. After leaving Las Cruces, I made the short drive south to El Paso, where I caught a flight to Washington,
DC to spend Christmas with my family. I ate, slept, and watched football in excess, as a brutal winter storm battered
the east coast, and I must admit, it was a welcome break from the rigors of the road. After four restful days, I was re-
united with fair Brünhilde, heading east across a vast expanse of Chihuahuan desert.
As I approached the Guadalupe mountains, I spied these Pronghorn Antelope, nibbling sagebrush by the roadside.
One fascinating aspect of West Texas is the abundance of abandoned buildings. Amazingly, this phone booth was
in good working order.
Dell Junction, the home of the cougars, but regrettably, no gas.
The closer I got, the more impressive the Guadalupe mountains became.
Just past Salt Flat, I came across a group of ruins.
Just what purpose they once served is anyone's guess.
I have an theory concerning objects in a state of decay:
All things man-made seek approval, are ego-driven, and are therefore compromised. When the cosmic element is
introduced, in the form of decay and decomposition, the man-made aesthetic is improved immeasurably.
West Texas, in all its beauty.
Like many of the lost objects scattered about the West Texas desert, this water tower
is peppered with bullet holes.
After exploring the ruins, I continued on to the base of the Guadalupe mountains, where I stopped at a dramatically
positioned rest stop.
This was the view to the south,
while to the north, this breathtaking peak towered above me.
It was my first taste of the many geological wonders of West Texas.
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