January 28 – February 4, 2018.
Journey to Tucson, Third and Final Leg.
We were tired from traveling, it was cold, and getting colder as the sun set, but we waited patiently, sitting outside, our gazed fixed on the southwest until darkness took over and we saw the first flicker of the first Marfa Light. Mysterious glowing pin points danced, morphed, and faded in and out in the distance. We peered at them with our binoculars. Were they ghosts or UFOs or some odd atmospheric phenomenon? No one knows.
I knew nothing about the Marfa Lights until I started looking for a place for us to spend the night after we left Big Bend National Park. On one of my online boondocking resources I clicked a link for a good spot a little less than halfway between Big Bend and Tucson. It was a rest area with a odd curiosity. It sounded like some place I wanted to go.
The rest of the trip to Tucson was sort of off the cuff like that – as is often the case, when searching for places just to sleep, random posts on social media, or conversations with people we cross paths with start to influence our direction and the journey starts to feel more like a “wander.”
In Tucson, after over 2200 miles and two weeks of meandering through a battlefield, parading through the streets of New Orleans, holding a baby alligator, rowing across the Rio Grande to Mexico, hiking through Big Bend National Park, gazing at the Marfa Lights, and learning a bit of history about our country’s southern border, we finally made our destination and wandered into my friend, Deanna’s driveway.
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4 thoughts on “Wandering to Tucson”
Thanks Jo! You are the best!
I like the idea of going on a “wander” – so much more interesting than your regular old travel. The Prada store is hysterical. Why did they build that there? How strange. Funny how you find Cabbagetown people even out West. It’s like some sort of really cook diaspora.
Yes, a wander is interesting, but sometimes I am afraid we will wander down a rabbit hole and never get to where we really attended to go. I guess the Prada store is just art. You can’t really buy anything there. I thought it would be vandelized – but no, maybe Prada has some special importance to Marfa. And then there will be the Cabbagetown/Indiantown diaspora to the commune we are searching for in Latin America!