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I remember rolling up to Big Bend on a whim, right in the dead heat of summer. I had been driving around the general area after visiting El Paso, like Marfa, Ft Davis, Alpine, etc. I didn't really know much about Big Bend at all. The lady at the ranger station said the typical stuff - do you have 4WD, do you have a cover from the sun, do you have gallons of water... and I lied, I was like "yeah yeah yeah, whatever."
I drive out to my spot and it's so ungodly hot, more than I have ever really experienced as a lifelong Texan (this explains my general retardation and overconfidence). It's 100F+ in the summer all over the state, but it's never so dry and relentless as it is in the desert, I wasn't prepared. I resorted to laying down my truck's tailgate for shade and building my tent under there, cozied up to the differential. I just laid there and read a book until it got dark. And then that night a huge dust storm blew in. I had to get off the ground and sleep in my truck bed. When I woke up, everything was buried. I had to dig my shoes up from under the red dirt.
I've been back multiple times since then but not with such a dumbass caviler attitude. In the winter the daytime weather is beautiful, but it can get to 20F at night so you can't fuck around with that either.
