19 Childbirth and Transcendence
West across Texas, the flat, open country continued, hour after hour. Then, just outside Amarillo, as dusk was settling, the land suddenly dropped into a canyon formed by the Prairie Dog Town Fork of the Red River. In that canyon, near the river, I camped for the night, watching the sunset light up the sky. Later, the brightest stars I’d seen during the trip came out. And in the morning, I hiked along a sandy path next to the river, along crumbly cliff faces, crossing dry washes, encountering a flock of quail browsing unafraid in the underbrush.
Hours later, as I approached Santa Fe, New Mexico, I saw a man walking along the highway, carrying a big duffle bag.
So many people are on the move, disconnected from place, ...