The school year is passing quickly and the plane tickets that J and I bought back in September will soon be put to use. In two weeks, J will leave for one week of girlfriend-free rock-climbing near El Paso, Texas, and in three weeks, I’ll fly out to join him. Five days later, we’ll fly to San Antonio to spend ten days with my parents.
I’m so excited!!!
So first, we’ll (or he’ll), do this:
Then, I hope to make him eat the following things:
I hope to also eat here:
And Ju was reading in Escalade magazine yesterday about climbing at Enchanted Rock, where I have been of course, since it is in Texas Hill Country. So we’ll check that out too.
Other items on the list include the Riverwalk, the Alamo, SAMA, La Villita, El Mercado/Historic Market Square, Five Guys Burgers, some sort of bagel shop, Sea World, and… and… and… too many things to remember.
I’m so excited! Unfortunately we didn’t reserve early enough to get assured entry into Hueco Tanks State Park, which means that J will have to wait in line at 7 every morning to get in, and, worse, that I will probably have to do it with him for a least three days. Apparently, in the Texas desert in February, it’s -10 (F) at night, and early in the morning. So much for not packing warm clothes.
Also, American Airlines has no crashpad (climbing equipment) policy, so we would have probably had to pay $450 to get J’s crashpad to the States and back. Instead, J plans on buying a new one at the Hueco Rock Ranch (where we’re staying) and mailing it back to France on our last day in El Paso (for about $75). It seems really silly—you can send your skis, your surfboard, and your tent as checked luggage free of charge, but no one so far has thought to put a crashpad (which is very light and BUILT to crash against things!) on that list.
Only three weeks!