2022-09-28
To Georgia and Back Series Pt.19
We awaken in another world. Having been back east for the last few weeks, this contrast seems stark. The hills are green with low vegetation which accents the colors in the rocks. When the sun peaks over these hills in the morning and evening, an orange/red glow takes over.
It is very quiet. Rush hour consists of two lone trucks heading up a distant hillside grade. One and then in a while, one more. We have this world to ourselves. The air is warm as the sun bakes away any chill. I step out into the caress of clear air.
“I still can’t believe those stars last night!”
“I know!”
“You’d have to be sitting in a boat out in the middle of an ocean for that.”
I look out at the glowing hills that stretch upstream along the Rio Grande canyon. I breathe deep and stretch my body with one of the local lizards.
There’s a slot canyon, a hike that I’d like to try, but that’s later. Right now, I’m here. I’ll pluck a few cords and notes on my little guitar, watch, just be. This is good. There’s no hurry, no mission, just the wondrous here and at the moment.
The Hike:
The Free Range Naturist 