Day 1: Houston, TX
It was rainy and humid as we loaded the car. As usual, I overpacked. I posed for a picture with my dad and said goodbyes to my stepmom and little sister. Time to embark on my second annual father son road trip.
We noticed the brake light was on. An hour on the road and the car broke down ... adventure postponed.
Day 2: Houston, TX - Marfa, TX
We picked up the (fixed) car from the auto shop and hit the road again.
I figured the drive would be slightly awkward. My dad and I didn’t have the closest relationship most of my childhood. Growing up a confused gay boy, being raised by a father with a heteronormative perspective probably had something to do with it.
We passed the time by talking about his experience in the Navy, about how he traveled half the world before he was my age. I realized he was much cooler than I ever was. He told me stories about his dad, and his dad’s dad. We talked about love, and relationships, and music. I introduced him to Frank Ocean.
Stopped for gas in the middle of nowhere and met “the most photographed cats of west Texas.” I snapped their picture.
Driving into dusk, a beautiful sunset illuminated the sky. We were far from civilization and the road got very dark. I dozed off until I felt us hit something. We ran over a rabbit. 5 minutes later we hit another. RIP.