While dreaming of a road trip to the Pacific Ocean, I made it only as far as West Texas. But you know how it goes: you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need.
I glamped, I camped, I made myself jump off the high dive at Balmorhea (terrifying for a height wimp like myself). I climbed the highest mountain in Texas. I drove through ranch land recently purchased by Jeff Bezos to use as the base for his space stuff. I shot billiards at a matriarchal dive in Van Horn.
I worked out some new yoga sequences to teach.
And I wrote, a LOT.
