( Candace #18 ) — Does anyone else get desert fever? We find ourselves drawn, again and again, to that place where scrubby, dusty earth reveals its treasures only to those who stop to listen, see and smell.
We spent a few days recently in the no-man’s land between Austin and Eureka, Nevada, along America’s loneliest highway. An oasis of hot springs, pungent sage, and an ever-moving panorama of storm systems in the vast skies surrounding us.
No wonder those converging on this lonesome patch found ourselves laughing loud and long, singing, eating like kings, and sharing, as strangers and friends sometimes do when the elements are so much bigger than you are.
A year ago we visited this stretch of desert for the first time, on a return trip from Colorado, where we’d said goodbye to Jim’s mother. We spent one night in the healing embrace of this place, and our desert love affair grew deeper.
So fitting, so appropriate, then, to travel back, to toast a dear soul within the embrace of others, to stretch and gaze and fill our lungs and be moved to that place beyond words by the vastness of that desert sky.
The place is looking good. Good enough to go and heal. Wow. I know of these powers.
Where’re the man soup pics? I need my par-boiled Sellers fix
yes, and where are the photos of the authors? we want to see your smiling faces!
Ahhh, man soup. It’s all good.
No other pix exist of the trip.
The goat ate them all.