No country for Old Saloons
Quick notes about what I saw besides the cosmological horizon
I like the word "abandoned." it's as if the dead got tired of lying there, stood up, and left their resting place.
Indeed, Fort Davis isn't what it used to be. American settlers no longer travel west to California in their wagons, enduring the scorching sun, dust, and rocky desert (a journey that used to take a full four months). All the gold has been found and mined, soldiers no longer serve here, and there are no more conflicts with Native Americans defending their land. So, what's the point of laying about here?
A $10 ticket to this atmospheric place is valid for 7 days—pretty cool!
Overall, as a novice driver, I adhere to the strictest sobriety. But after navigating all these cacti, I can't help but crave a drink in the evening—whether it's mescal, tequila, or at least a cold beer…
No country for Old Saloons. I loved your definition of abandoned: It's as if the dead got tired of lying there and stood up and left their resting place. That's terrific! Nice pics, too, btw. You are my 66th read...