Big Bend escapism
Escapes me this year.
No four-day weekend
For my Thanksgiving;
I have to work Saturday.
Yes, cry me a river, I know,
As you play your tiny violin for me.
Without justifying myself,
Let me say
That I exchange low pay, and low benefits otherwise,
Even low for my shaky profession,
For some time off,
To enjoy the nature that refreshes me.
A day trip will have to do;
Perhaps Big Bend will come at Christmas.
But for now?
Big Bend escapism escapes me.
— Nov. 26, 2008
At top, the Chisos Rim looking south into the Sierra del Carmen and Mexico; above, me on Emory Peak, the highest point in Big Bend. You can see why I go here every Thanksgiving I can, and I haven't mentioned the 100-degree hot spring.
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