Last week I pulled into Fort Stockton — that historic Army outpost parked conveniently halfway between El Paso and San Antonio — and figured I should at least pretend I belonged there. I was still in road-trip mode, but that old buckboard looming behind me like the Old West version of an SUV, it felt only right to document the moment. Somewhere between leaning on that buckboard wagon and tipping my hat at the desert wind, I realized I wasn’t just passing through… I was one good pair of spurs away from asking where they kept the coffee and the cavalry.
On my way back through, things got a bit cooler, so I threw on a poncho I picked up in Albuquerque. P.S. That's a 12 ft statue of a roadrunner next to me.