When Lib and I arrived in Hueco the Lone Star State flag was still flying high for all to see above the Hueco Rock Ranch. However after three months of constant exposure there was scarcely enough fabric left to even call it a flag. We felt similar to this flag toward the end of our trip after the brutally physical boulders in the Tanks left us beaten, bruised, and thoroughly wrecked. Though unlike the scraps of flag left for the hungry wind, we managed to get out of the desert in one piece. I miss those mountains already. Until next season Hueco. [gallery]
All Photos by Max Moore and Liberty Herring.