Saturday
May 8, 2010 (a.m.)
Camp
6: City of Rocks State Park. Biked
34 miles.
I lay
here, toasty in my sleeping bag with the gentle breeze kissing my cheeks. The wispy clouds turn pink as the day comes
to life. The doves mourn in the distance
and all else is quiet. We slept out
under a blanket of stars last night with three visible planets. Serenaded by owls as we lay enveloped by the
sky, “welcome back to the trail,” little g whispers. We are both home. As I close my eyes the coyotes bark and howl
sending a wave of excitement through my entire body. It is beautiful on many levels, surrounded by
a city of rocks formed from volcanic ash millions of years ago, the creatures
of the night and the sounds of the morning.
Peaceful.
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