Fuck.
No jumping this weekend. Apparently the proprietor of the DZ has been called away unexpectedly to California, and the DZ is closed. I have been driving around taking in the stark desert beauty of this area, just following back roads. I figured if I only made left turns I would eventually find the interstate, which I did. I think tomorrow I will go to the gorgeous old cemetery here in El Paso, and pay my outlaw respects to John Wesley Hardin who sleeps there. Perhaps I will go into Juarez and play enchilada roulette again. Gods am I disappointed.