"Travel liquifies the imagination."
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon
Driving across California takes forever, but soon past Barstow the highway travels right through an ancient lava field. The simple sight of those black rocks strewn across the Mojave lifts my spirits, as silly as that may sound.
Then dramatic mountains called The Needles emerge near the Colorado River. Stunning! Stirring! The earth begins to reveal her bones!
As Arizona rolls by, and up, the blue of the sky deepens. Turning north at Flagstaff, I'm like a bloodhound onto the scent. The Colorado Plateau beckons with patches of red earth multiplying. I ascend through colorful tablelands that melt more with every storm.
I arrive at my camp spot near Bluff, UT, just in time to see the red rock mesa ignited by the setting sun. Home!
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