J A N U A RY • F E B R U A RY 2 0 1 5 have told me that I’m crazy to take such an old vehicle out to remote areas. At times like these, I think they may be right. I had been having electrical issues ever since I did a preemptive replacement of my fuseable link a few years ago so the first thing I looked at was the 40-amp fuse between the alternator and the battery. Sure enough, it was blown. Of course I had a spare but it lasted only a few minutes. My 45-amp generator was struggling to power my distributor, CB, satellite radio, AC, Waeco fridge and headlights. Dave next replaced the fuse with some extra wire and some crimp-on wire ends, solving the problem for the rest of the trip. I have since upgraded my alternator and wiring. Guale 2 was everything the others had promised. It has a truly magnificent view. We set up camp, putting up our makeshift assortment of shade and took a siesta. It was a good time to recharge our own batteries for the upcoming evening festivities of food, night photography and some tasty beer and wine. The next morning, we found a shallow cave that had been used by Native Americans. There were perfectly round, smooth holes in the floor that looked like they had been used for grinding grains or mixing liquids. The Park road exits onto Highway 170 (also called River Road and on maps, the Texas Mountain Trail). To the west is Presidio but we turned towards Lajitas to the east on a beautiful winding ribbon of asphalt. Up and down, then left, then right, then up and down, then right, then left. Some hills were almost too steep for my old underpowered truck. The road follows the Rio Grande, though not much water flows through it anymore. The river is green and lush along its banks and the moun- Kim Aurzada, somewhere under the rainbow. 27