Crossing into Texas

Ma chérie,

The trip has been long and hard. Supplies are dwindling. My heart aches to be reunited with your sweet smile. This morning -- so that my fellow soldiers could shower and wash dishes -- I dumped our grey water. It was an easy task, but I still dread the day we need to dump the black water. It sends shivers down my
spine.

This morning, with a glass of 18 year old Glenfidditch in my hand, we crossed into enemy territory. The heart of meat in America: Texas. The battle is joined. I have but scarce moments to write this missive before a barbarian horde of ranchers descend on me -- aiming to beat me senseless for the T-shirt I wear: "I'm vegan and I heart you.". It has a picture of an elephant, but I fear this will not cool their angry hearts.

Wish me luck. I miss you dearly.




P.S. attached is a picture of our encampment from last night. Santa Rosa, New Mexico.