So sometimes I just need to go. No motivation other than getting into a little crevice of nature to forget about humanity and just breathe. Me, my rig and a backpack.
This was one of those days.
I drove up the old dusty freeway till the road dead ended and humped it up the wellused access path about a mile to a secret nook of a trail. Under the bridge and up the ways a bit...

Start and End here. Where the people are. It's a good place to say goodbye to them.

I surprised a Crane here. It flew up the creek. It seemed like it's wings almost touched the trees on either side.

It never lets you forget it's a desert. We're living in an oasis. Either that or a mirage

People don't let you forget either.

But then you are able to forget again . It always gets better.

If you look closely you can see the hidden lagoon. There were a few along the way. This one was nice but I decided to go on a little farther to check out the next one.

All the sudden I felt like it was far enough. The Hanging Tree signaled the way to my camp.

And here I stopped for the night...
(To Be Continued)