Out in Space

Out in Space

It is an interesting contrast in living spaces. When we sleep in the modified back of our car, we have 24 square feet of space. If we are able to set up the tent, we have 28 sq ft. Today, Good Friday, we are splurging with a palatial 200+ at the Chisos Mountains Lodge in Big Bend National Park. But no matter where we lay our heads for the night, outside we are always surrounded by big space. The Gulf of Mexico. Dozens of deer spread out on a lush meadow. Big skies over deep canyons. Vast, star-studded jet black. Even the racing clouds of an approaching cold front give me the feeling of lots of space. Sometimes that is invigorating; other times it makes me feel a bit on the homesick side. (uh-oh) I remember NY friend Bill Simon saying he would think twice about the proposed Nantucket Sound windmill project because it would alter that feeling of vast space that you get when you gaze out at the sea. You can’t really put your finger on it, but you know what I mean. Just rambling while we wait out the fog...and rain...and wind...and snow (!) in Big Bend.