The Golden Draw of the Davis Mountains, TX
It all started around ~35 million years ago. The earth was in a state of intense geological flux and in West Texas the subduction of the Farallon Plate caused a volcanic explosion with ~10,000 times the force of Mt. Saint Helens. Over the next 10 million years of movement and flow, the Davis Mountains were created. As I sit peacefully meditating on the wild expanse of golden hills around me, I’m right in the middle of the creation and I find it hard to imagine the forces involved.
The Davis Mountains are a stunning chain of mountains centered in the West of Texas rising up to 8,378 ft. on the summit of Mount Livermore. They are wild, remote, exposed and absolutely spectacular. As we wound our way through the hills on our way here we were oohed and aahed by the view. The ride is a 40 mile jaunt from I-10, so it’s not exactly a hop and a skip but it’s definitely worth the trip. This is way “out there” and it’s just so darn peaceful that I’m completely captivated.
It’s also really dry….really, really dry. In fact it’s hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, on the other side of Texas, we were running the aircon in an attempt to dry out the RV. Things have certainly changed and we’ve dropped from ~80% humidity to a meager ~10%, a number several factors drier than a Noël Coward martini(*). The body just doesn’t adapt overnight and the whole process leads to a rather comic set of progressions that I just had to share. I’ve aptly titled them “you know it’s dry when….”
You know it’s Dry When….
- You consider harnessing the static electricity from the pets to recharge the RV house batteries
- Your eyeballs feel like they’ve been scrubbed with 80-grit sandpaper
- You begin to see the formations of the Grand Canyon in your skin
- You’re able to reproduce the hair-raising effects of the Van Der Graff Generator without….ermmm…the generator
- You create a steady supply of ready salt seasoning from the instantaneous evaporation on your skin
- Nina-the-human-camel is actually thirsty
Much more to come from here, but for the sake of maintaining a minimal of decorum it’s probably best that I leave it there.
(*) For those interested, the famous quote from Noël Coward was that a perfect martini should be made by “filling a glass with gin then waving it in the general direction of Italy”SPONSORED LINK: SPONSORED LINK: