My plan was to find a vacant campsite within the national park, but all of the sites were first-come-first-served and it was a holiday weekend. A ranger suggested some BLM land in New Mexico instead.
95% of Texas lands are privately owned, while 47% of New Mexico is public. That leaves a lot of land to be used for recreation and resource extraction.
I arrived at the campsite to find a large, dusty field that had been bulldozed flat. Mining trucks drove alongside it at all hours of the day and night, and flares from gas wells lit up the sky just past the campsite. However, it was free and pretty wild. Van-lifers, RVers, and rolling homes made out of converted buses filled the inside of the lot, which a few tent campers took up it’s perimeter.
As the sunset, the clouds glowed pink and purple and briefly cleared for a short glimpse into the galaxies above. As the cloud returned, the wind picked up and clocked in at a sustained 15-25 mph, whipping the tent and blowing dust over all of my gear each night I spent there.