High desert

Today, I am leaving on an adventure with my trailer, Foxy.  I am taking her to the mountains, to leave at my brother's vacation property, and then, a couple days later, will meet George to stay in Scruffy for the weekend.  From there, we will ride the ATVs, hunt shed antlers, stare into a fire, catch catfish, take pictures, read and watch movies.  In the high desert area.

Where the wind is sharp with the scent of sage and juniper and a billion stars arch overhead at night.  Where the ground crackles and crunches with each step instead of squishing and spurting.  Where the cold is honest and clothing protects one from it instead of absorbing it.

Where you can lie down on the ground in the forest and nap without getting crawled upon, landed upon or bitten by buggy crawly itchy thing.  Where the sun is a frequent and warming and cheering companion.  Where quiet is deep and sounds travel far.  Where I can feel whole, dry out from the wet, wet winter, and let the sun touch my face.