What has Water Washed Away
A collection of writings from the paper boat project writing retreat at Chicot State Park. Published February 2019
A collection of writings from the paper boat project writing retreat at Chicot State Park. Published February 2019
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EARLY MARCH 2016<br />
Patrick Staiger<br />
A t a little place outside Del Rio Jim and Gus ate a plate<br />
of enchiladas and afterward Jim said he still wanted to<br />
drive. That was fine with Gus. He’d driven through the<br />
night to pick up Jim in Houston and was enjoying riding<br />
shotgun. He rested his head by the window and looked<br />
out, wondering where the exact spot had been where it<br />
had all changed to desert, and was drifting to sleep as<br />
Jim spoke.<br />
“Whooeee! Look at all that beautiful desert! You<br />
do get tired of just seeing green all the time. Smell<br />
that air! This is going to be a great trip. I checked out<br />
the flow this morning. Not too bad. A little rain would<br />
make it perfect… You know, somewhere around here I<br />
got stopped at some little checkpoint a few years back.<br />
These bored looking border guys in a dusty little trailer<br />
peek in my car see half a joint and the bastards bust my<br />
chops, keep me there for over an hour…”<br />
I’m still awake, Gus thought. Let him vent. It’s great<br />
to see him. And to be out here, get some perspective,<br />
appreciate the things back home. So much it’s hard<br />
to see it. Here it’s so bare, and then a flash. A desert<br />
flower. Change of light. Or, where was it? Near the<br />
Guadalupes. North side of the highway. Probably a dog,<br />
some thin German Shepherd. But who knows? Down from<br />
the Gila, through the White Sands. Or up from the Sierra<br />
del Carmen. They say they’re not there, but maybe.<br />
“Oh, damn. This is where it happened. Right<br />
here,” Jim said.<br />
Gus sat up. They passed a small empty trailer, and<br />
beyond it a structure with gates spanned the highway.<br />
Beside it, a large cluster of mute colored buildings<br />
surrounded by high fence and razor wire took up the<br />
space where the desert had been.<br />
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