An Ode to Colorado Bend

I hear an aggressive rustling in the woods and think,

“This is how I die.

Pants at my ankles, hands clasped around a tree, squatting to urinate surrounded by the lush beauty of Mother Nature.

I’m grateful I saw Texas’ largest waterfall.

I wonder if my autopsy will reveal the parasitic worms I discovered in the river right after refilling my bottle.

It was nice learning to share a sleeping bag with Olive.

At least I got a final photo decent enough to be used at my virtual funeral

I’m really glad I voted.

I do wish my last words to Kent were something more meaningful than ‘This is my ideal patch of grass.’”

More rustling reveals a small armadillo, digging for tasty morsels in the soft ground.

Looks like I’ll live to finish my business.