Elevated Splendor: Big Bend Solitude and Terlingua
“The mountains are calling, and I must go”. John Muir, Yosemite Valley 1873. These are the words sprawled across the minty green shirts presented by my cousin for her fortieth year celebratory trip at Big Bend National Park, which have lingered periodically in my mind since returning to Austin. As I gazed docilely at...