While camping in the eastern woods of Texas, a young man from San Antonio, named Pablo, drove into a nearby campsite where I had pitched my tent. His means of exploration was simple: an orange-breasted Royal Enfield motorcycle. He set up base camp with only a ground tent from London, a blue chair, and cigarettes. Pablo's journey led him to this moment. Indeed, he had the same idea: to get off the grind and onto the open road, to explore the unknown.

I dismount from my trusty steel horse, I'm captivated by the intricate details of the architecture, location, and each building a masterpiece in its own right. It's worth noting that this Fort was intentionally isolated, with no actual settlements for miles around, adding to its unique charm.

Camping alone was a surprise experience. Packing my gear and gassing up the steel horse I ride took a different type of sentiment.  How would I survive?

“Together, we watched the alien landscape unfold.”