It had been a long and dusty drive through the Arizona and New Mexico deserts, then five hundred miles of Texas plains. Just when she couldn't take any more, prairie gave way to green rolling hills and cedars.
As she looked over the lush landscape of the Texas hill country she knew she was home.
Author's Note: This summer will mark 39 years since my family moved from Fresno, California, to San Antonio, Texas. After all those long hot days driving across the desert, reaching the Hill Country was like waking up from a bad dream. It still affects me that way today.
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