We were up and out early. We drank our coffee black because the milk froze overnight in the worst fridge in the worst motel room in Terlingua, and we didn't have time to waste. The sky was already lighting up into pinks, oranges, and lavenders. From the road, we had our eyes peeled for wildlife, but all seemed quiet. We'd see a cottontail or two, maybe a small bird moving too fast for identification. Then there was something in the road, "a kitty?!?" Well, sort of. It was a small bobcat slinking across the road. They're all over here, but not seen very often.
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