Four of us had been on a long, cross country road trip and we were finally heading home. This was taken near the end of our trip on Lions Back, a steep sandstone ridge in Moab, Utah. We climbed up the incline trying to catch the sunset as we battled severe winds and various states of unbalance. We laughed as the fierce wind whipped hair into our faces and sat swapping stories as we waited for night to fall. Finally, as the desert cold began to set in, we made our ascent down from the peak and we were greeted with this incredible view. Be it a beautiful sunset or dark, dingy diner, my happy place is anywhere with this crew.
I worry. I want to control my surroundings, my destiny. It’s only when I get in my car and start driving to nowhere that the stress dissolves. There is no timetable and no expectation. Texas is made of threads of tiny country roads and it’s in my random exploration of its vastness that I feel enveloped and at peace.