West of Odessa and the High Plains Drifter

I lost an hour somewhere. Between crossing time zones, switching from daylight savings time and the aliens, I’m not sure what happened. I am no longer west of the Pecos. I went through Pecos today and now I am west of Odessa at the Motel 6, y’all.

It’s like another planet if you’ve never been where there was nothing on the horizon, just an edge, as the earth curves beyond your view. It makes you feel small. It makes you feel humble. It makes you feel like, “I hope I don’t break down here, because, holy crap! There ain’t nothin but nothin as far as I can see.”

This planet is big. We are little. We should shut up, put our heads down and get back to work.We live in an unreal world that is becoming more unreal every day. Drive through the southwest for two thousand miles and humble your soul.

Photos to follow shortly.

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