The drive was interrupted by car issues. In the middle of nowhere-ville, Texas, my car started to die. I would pull over and wait, and it would start up again. I could go only so many miles before the process repeated itself. Okay...the next town is only 150 miles away...it was nerve-wracking to say the least. Trucks flew by me, and not one person stopped. Eventually, I made it to the next town, to a mechanic that was willing to look at it the next day.
At my hotel, I called Ron, my trusted mechanic in Boston. I described the situation and he diagnosed it on the spot. "Bring it in.", said Ron. "Ummm, I'm Texas...I'm calling for a consult.". He laughed, and was a great support. Its been years since I left Boston and I still miss Ron. Finding a great trustworthy mechanic is such a blessing.
|T or C, New Mexico|
Coming into Truth or Consequences was mixed with excitement and disappointment. The surroundings are breathtaking. It is a funky town, which I loved. It is run down. It is meth-lab central. The Rio Grande is not so grand. Yet, here I was. I found the funky hostel, and paid for 2 nights, and then asked to do a work exchange. In doing so, I was initially a guest so I didn't stay in the dorm, but a guest room.
|At the Riverbend|
|Hot Springs, near|
the Rio Grande
The work at the work exchange was so minimal in comparison to what I did as a career. It was mindless. I met a variety of different folks from all walks of life, of different ages. We gathered for meals and laughed and shared stories. Everyone was different, yet accepted. It felt comfortable.
Yet, that morning I was ready to leave. I snuck out at sunrise, escaping more of the 'last good-byes' and the pressure that I was getting to stay on. We had had celebration of sorts the night before, which was enough for me. I was ready for the green and lushness of the Gila National Forest, and the feel of freedom on the road that would take me there.