To Alpine!

Unbelievable to finally be here! The permanence and blessed finality doesn't really sink in; it's too hard to understand after all these years of longing. I'm riding on a wave of trying, trying to pretend that it's real and knowing that only the passage of time will sink this knowledge into my bones and heart. It's all good, and I'm acutely aware of every stage.

As we drive the road to Alpine, I'm eager to snap shots which portray the beauty and magnificence of this land. I'm only marginally successful. As we descend the hill into my new home and I see the town framed by the Twin Peaks to the left and the university sitting on the hill to the right I am overcome by my strong emotions. I am incredibly lucky to be able to settle here.

Gosh, I have a lot of stuff! After all the sorting and sloughing off, it still fills a 20 x 20 storage unit to brimming. I am grateful to have two immensely strong and cheerful helpers. How Dane was able to walk down the gang plank with no visibility is still a mystery to me. You can see we experienced high spirits as the job neared its end. Roping a double barrelled shotgun feels like a uniquely Texan experience! And that's me, taking the rope and shotgun for the final pose.

Pilar