The road is closed, so I parked at the gate and wandered in. Not another soul in the area. it was lovely to be alone with my thoughts, watching the spring colors start to peak through.
This landscape is so strange to my eyes, even after these years. Little bunches of forest and desert shrubs. Pops of color draw my eyes to wildflowers... or surveyors tape or old pieces of tarp.
What do I know? Maybe this is all there ever was. To be wandering alone in the high desert.
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