TX to NM

Hello. I write to you tonight from a monastery of sorts in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Before I can delve into the awesomeness that NM has been, I must speak of our last venture outside of Austin. Before we hit the (literally) dusty trail out of Texas, we spent Tuesday at Hamilton Pool. I know this doesn't sound particularly spectacular, but believe me, if you are even near Austin, do visit this historic swimming hole.

The water is hugged by a gigantic limestone outcropping. Everything glimmers deep blues, aquas and greens. And, although the waterfall never completely dries up, in wetter times--not during a draught-- the Hamilton Creek flows out over the limestone 50 feet down into the pool.

Couples enjoy the romantic qualities such a pool offers

Stalactite drippings frame this young man taking a dip, grooovy. 

Sarah Moore taking it all in.

More stalactites 

BEAUTIFUL RUST!!

After departing Austin at 6:08am (with clean laundry!,) we hit even more breathtaking dreamscapes (at some point we stopped looking at land, just dream matter.)  High altitude, desert terrain is just gorgeous, spectacular fantasy. Luckily, the roads in New Mexico aren't too busy because we had to stop several times to properly accept these new realities:

Jagged monster of a thing. 

Moments later, unicorns burst from the cloud and 

entered some opening in the mountain. Too quick for the camera!

That Sarah Moore, always shooting film!

ooooof. holy moly. 

I have so many things to say about what happened next at the White Sands. I need to sign off for now. I will leave you with this picture, proving that two nice girls successfully pitched a tent. Now, whether the tent actually provided shelter and stayed upright is another story for PART DEUX. 

-ROMBACH