Peace in the Pecos

We had spent a few days in the Pecos Wilderness, miles away from roads and cars, televisions and cell phones.  The sounds were of small mountain streams, birds, the occasional chipmunk scurrying up a tree.  But all good things must come to an end, so we’d hiked back out to civilization, driven to the closest town, and were actually quite thrilled at the prospect of a green chile cheeseburger.

Some moments in life leave major impressions, and this was definitely one of those times.  I refer to it as the assault.  We stepped into the small burger joint, and the noise was maddening.  Video games of all types were blaring with put-your-money-in-me music and sound effects.  A radio was playing over scratchy speakers.  Orders were being called out on a PA system.  I couldn’t wait to get out of there!

If we’d stopped for the burger before the wilderness trek, I probably wouldn’t have thought that much of the moment.  But coming at the end of such tranquility, it was almost more than I could bear.

I’ll tell you… it’s much easier to drive up to a loud fast food joint than to carry a tent on your back to sit quietly by a lake.  Pursuing peace isn’t always easy.  But it’s always worth it to me.


2 Responses to “Peace in the Pecos”

  1. Sandy says:

    Shhh.. don’t tell anyone. But I actually took this photo at the top of Sierra Blanca. (Which – as we all know – is in the White Mountain Wilderness, and not the Pecos!)

  2. Lawanda Calton says:

    Oh what a sight! And your description of the sounds! Sure makes me want to go there!

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