Time for Bed | Pecos, TX

I had a revelation today: I’m gonna be able to sport climb before I can boulder again. Why will I be able to sport climb? Because it’s lower impact. You don’t have to worry about falling. When you feel yourself start to go you can just tell your belayer to take and then just chill. Whereas with bouldering you have to worry about getting to the lip, not having any strength, and having to bail all the way to your pad. Or missing your pad altogether. I can’t imagine doing any kind of intense bouldering right now. I can’t imagine doing any kind of bouldering at all.

I’m in Pecos, Texas. And my neighbors are loud.

Crossing the border from Mexico into the US today was easy. Almost too easy. There was only one car in front of me. I guess this is something good that comes out of the pandemic, the fact that the border is basically closed and only US citizens can get in. I spent all of yesterday stressing about crossing the border and it turned out to be ridiculously easy. Go to the drive through to cancel your Temporary Import Permit. Get in line for the border. Pay the toll leaving Mexico. Ignore the guy yelling at you to stop who’s actually trying to sell you something. Show your passport to the first set of US customs and border patrol people. Choose a line (the most stressful part). Inevitably choose the wrong line. Get behind someone who’s getting full cavity searched. Finally get to the front. Answer the questions. Drive into Texas.

And then, of course, you’re in Texas, which is a mixed bag. It’s a huge state. I spent all day driving and didn’t even get out of it. I’m closed to the New Mexico border, and thank god. I think I’m gonna wake up tomorrow and go get some matcha in Carlsbad. Then drive through Roswell, and stay tomorrow night in Albuquerque or Santa Fe or a small town outside one of those. And then, what, onto Utah? Onto Arches National Park? Maybe?

This hotel is so nice. They have a gym, which I worked out in (bench and pull-ups), they give you cookies when you check in, and there’s a barbecue place just down the street. I had to get barbecue while in Texas. I got pulled pork with a side of coleslaw and a side of baked beans. And then I walked back to my hotel and watched episodes of Seinfeld. And then I figured out where I might drive tomorrow, where I might stay, etc etc etc etc

Etc.

And now it’s time for bed.