I found myself frustrated and stuck in Las Cruces, New Mexico last week.
Due to our federal government shutdown, I was locked out of White Sands National Monument and driving down to Big Bend National Park wasn't any more promising. Congress appeared gridlocked. The weather was uncharacteristically cold and gusty—and when I say gusty—I mean blow the lid of your peanut butter jar away at fifty miles per hour while you're making a PB&J kind of gusty.
Cold, confined, and unsure where to head next, the realities of life lived from a vehicle seemed leveraged against me.