My first post on the new The Dustmobile Diaries blog. Check it out!
Not all who wander are lost…
– J.R.R. Tolkein
New Mexico bound! (Again.)
With Tammy beside me in the darkened cabin of the Dustmobile, we turn north off of I-20 onto US-84 at Roscoe. Suddenly we are in outer space, lost in a world of blinking alien lights, red, on-off-on-off, second to second. I’ve been this way enough now that the pragmatist in me knows what they are: the nearly 630 turbines of the Roscoe Wind Farm, one of the largest in the world. But the first time I took this road, also at night, I remember a strange mixture of terror and awe, not sure what I was driving into, a little wary of being blown to smithereens in a military ballistics test gone horribly wrong, and fascinated by the beauty of a never-ending sea of lights. In the dark, they seem to be everywhere, infinite. The fact that…
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