While responding to a comment on this Casa Grande photo from a long-time friend and e-pal from NYC, I thought of my love for this Basin, this mountain, and the price of oil!
I have to drive for most of the daylight hours to reach this goal from home, and once thought that fuel prices were important to gas guzzlers, but not so much to me. I'm beginning to feel differently, as it has begun to separate me from the Chihuahuan Desert I love. In Texas, it's not normally possible to go to work, go to a movie, go out for dinner, much less go on vacation, without driving.
My friend in Manhattan has no car, nor does she see the need for such an encumbrance. Who'd have ever thought that I'd someday think that a life in the big city might have any advantages over my wide open spaces?