This drive was probably one of the toughest drives for me. Does anyone else drive to cope? Or to analyze your life from an outside perspective? I couldn't help the perpetual thoughts that scattered the road while I drove into each and every daydream that could possibly fill the void in my mind. I thought about my past and my present. How I was literally driving into the unknown of my future. Does anyone really stop to think that each step thats taken is a step into their future? I feel my thoughts are so consumed by this feeling of being tiny. Like I'm so incredibly insignificant in this world. Don't you? There are literally 7.125 billion people in this world and here I sit thinking the world revolves around me. But, all I am is a spec on this planet. Maybe, that's why I allow my impulse to dominate my fear of living. I figured if I throw myself into the fire, I can come out burned but at least I tried. At least, I gave it my all and I can go home licking my wounds. I think we go through life thinking that things will fall into our laps because we worked hard for them. I know that's at least what I was expecting. I expected a job and a place to live, it be nice if I had a relationship and a dog but oddly enough that's not how life works. We're not sim characters; while I can calm myself down and realize the opportunity that has been placed in my hands, I can't help but feel the need to run back to safety; it's a constant debacle.
While contemplating life and its existence, we came across a ton of abandoned small towns in New Mexico... like A TON. I'm sure that some of the towns we drove through weren't completely deserted but 96.3% most definitely felt like ghost towns. We stopped in Organ, New Mexico where we walked through multiple store fronts and odd houses. It was pretty fascinating and if you're into deserted abandoned places, well you'll love the images that we're taken here. Silence masked the loneliness of these vacant buildings that sat among the hot, blistering sun. Thanks to Google, the town was once a mining camp that was established prior to the American Civil War. Due to the Great Depression and the mines being filled with water; the town became infeasible to thrive in and soon people sought other towns to live in. Right now, New Mexico has declared this town as a historic site and the building can't be torn down.
After a few more hours and one car inspection thanks to the border patrol douchebags; we made it to White Sands National Monument. It was funny when we were driving up to the landmark, all we saw was flat, dry, brown desert which quickly became a bright illuminated white. The transition from one textured sand to the other was astonishing and very odd. The wind was outrageously intense and with my pea sized brain, I of course thought it would be a good idea to change lenses outside. (Note: Don't ever do that. Sand gets into the tiniest of places.) White Sands was pretty but it wasn't until we leftArizona did I realize how captivating this white sand pit really was.
Among the many stop we made, I had Bailey pull over when we we're passing Valley of Fires Recreation Area, Carrizozo, New Mexico. Like if that isn't a mouthful, I really don't know what is. The place was pretty fascinating. It stretches 270 miles and is located between El Paso and Santa Rosa. The Basalt Lava was produced over 5,000 years ago and is overgrown with various green like plants. Still, it was fascinating to see and climb on. We had no idea what we were looking till after when we did some more research about the area. I feel that this road trip definitely needed to be expanded into a longer duration to properly explore our surroundings, but with a tight time schedule we did a lot for the last two days.
The sun set, the temperature dropped and traffic picked up. So, in hopes that many of you have seen the movie Silent Hill and incase you haven't it's a pretty intense horror flick. Theres a clip in the beginning of the movie where the sky gets dark, dust begins to fall from the sky and an eeriness invokes your soul (Silent Hill Scene). Well, That is the distinct feeling I got while driving through Arizona and into Flagstaff. What we thought was originally dust hitting my windshield, we later discovered that is was snow... in Arizona. And while there were no zombie like nurses, it was cold. Luckily, since I had my life packed in the back of my car, I was able to find my awesome New York jacket. I don't think I've ever been so happy to be out of the car and crawl straight into bed.