"I thought y'all were in a cult," she said. She'd wandered up to us in the middle of Big Bend National Park under a scorching midday sun. Despite her misgivings, thirst drove her to take the risk. "Hey! Y'all have any water?" Her name was Sarah. We were in our early twenties and made friends with Sarah over the course of the next several sentences. We stood there in the semi-desert, sun bleaching out the curves and valleys of the Chisos Mountains in the background, chatting. Sarah said she and her friend, Clay, were crossing the border to Boquillas later that evening. "Have you ever heard of sotol?" she asked.
Cutting Loose ~ A Sotol Story
Cutting Loose ~ A Sotol Story
Cutting Loose ~ A Sotol Story
"I thought y'all were in a cult," she said. She'd wandered up to us in the middle of Big Bend National Park under a scorching midday sun. Despite her misgivings, thirst drove her to take the risk. "Hey! Y'all have any water?" Her name was Sarah. We were in our early twenties and made friends with Sarah over the course of the next several sentences. We stood there in the semi-desert, sun bleaching out the curves and valleys of the Chisos Mountains in the background, chatting. Sarah said she and her friend, Clay, were crossing the border to Boquillas later that evening. "Have you ever heard of sotol?" she asked.