I love camping in West Texas because I get to indulge a little bit of my inner dirty stinky hippie. Why shouldn't I wear the same pants for four days, man? Four days is nothing compared to the millions of years those mountains have been there. Changing your pants is just something invented by the man to make us all feel insecure about ourselves. I just climbed one of those millions-of-years-old mountains, baby; I've got nothing to feel insecure about. Who has a beer for a lady?
Pictures and more when I'm a little less blissed out. And sore.