As a 7th generation Texan with long standing family history stretching from 1799 Nacogdoches down the Camino Real to Terlingua, Presidio and Northern Mexico, I was very excited to discover this essay collection. Mr. English strikes me as a man my great grandfather would have referred to as "Old Texas". Integrity, honesty, strength and heart in all things were his prerequisites for anyone bestowed with this compliment. I suspect, Mr. English's own granddaddy might agree.
I grew up in the Big Bend region in the 70s and remember when Terlingua Ranch was parceled out to eventually become the community it is today. I remember my Daddy riding horses with me as a 8 year old through Terlingua Creek, the Fresno Canyon area, up to Contrabando water hole and camping rough all my life in both parks as the decades trotted on. It does my heart good to know others have these same and better memories of this amazing land.
My husband and I have traveled the literal world and seen places and things that boggled the mine - Bangkok, Angkor Wat, Moscow, Europe, Stonehenge, the Amazon and a bunch of everything in
between. But Big Bend and the Rio always call us home. The Bofecillos and Chinati Mountains are welcome sights, the scent of creosote and juniper after even a hint of rain and the feel of deep, dry creek bed gravel oozing away from boots soles as you walk under the sun's fire - these can be life changing moments and this lovely book explains the lure of this desert lovingly and with grace.