I'm cramming a lot of stuff into this brief wifi oasis, so coherence and wit are out of the question. Please see the teller for a full refund.
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| Kayaking the Rio Grande at Santa Elena Canyon. The water is an illusion, but the portaging makes up for the fun. |
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| Marfa Bunny. He's real. |
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| Prada? Not even really Marfa, the installation is outside Valentine, Texas. |
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| What? I'm kayaking again?? |
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| Santa Elena Canyon, Rio Grande. |
Full disclosure: The Rio Grande at this point is mostly extra-suction-y, knee-high clay, with long stretches of pointy rocks. I have actual sole bruises.
Temperatures have been hovering around 105 degrees F, which is not so much a temperature as an IQ. Still, it's a desiccating heat. My traveling companion feels that mid-afternoon is the perfect time to hit the shadeless trails, so I stay under the palms to demonstrate how Americans do things.
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That was an unfortunate segue to this picture.
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