"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous...and lead to the most amazing view." Edward Abbey
And, "may your mountains rise into and above the clouds."
Minus Abbey's "clouds," it was a near perfect day on a near perfect trail. Except, there wasn't a trail...just a loose, sandy-slog wash. But it was rimmed with colorful petrified dunes that afforded ultimate traction, and a cobalt sky pierced by mountains.
So we wander—free, kindred spirits a la Abbey—on a quest for "crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, amazing views." Poe was oh so correct: “The best things in life make you sweaty.”
“He who has a why...can bear almost any how.” Nietzsche
Peace out from the road to nowhere,
mark and bobbie
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