These places were places long before this now abandoned rail line was here. Old cairns mark these roads, not always right where the road is now, but these are old routes, surrounding long-used water sources, with a string of old dwellings, large rock ovens, and larger short rock wall delineated areas that perhaps were once used for agriculture. I’ve had so many questions as we’ve rolled through this area. How old are all these ruins? How many people once lived here? What did they grow? Did the area used to be wetter? Were there more trees? So many possible stories.
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I had this overwhelming feeling like I was home. The desert familiar, the mountains in the distance calling to me.
Read MoreI can feel my mind drifting there, into that space, where I meld into the mountains and breathe as one with the desert. That space where my heart quickens, thumping in unison with the rhythm of landscape.
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Read MoreI find myself feeling elated at the beauty and the light in the open woods where I can see off into the distance, and becoming irritable and sad in the woods that are overcrowded with thin trees and undergrowth.
Read MoreThe ground is saturated, sometimes water running down the trail. It’s steamy, so humid. The forest slowly gives way to large granite boulders. High steps, scrambling, and a bit of hand over hand, until the mountain comes into view.
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