It was the desert that changed things.
I’d been on the road almost two months when I reached the Lone Star State, and that’s when everything became new. I’d already camped my way down the East Coast from D.C., hiked across wild beaches in the Outer Banks, stared down ravenous deer in the Smokies, and eaten my way through New Orleans. It was all amazing, but I was born in the South and so it was also all familiar.
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