April 23, 2013


We drove to tent rocks near Albuquerque. I took a two hour walk unlike any before. We kept driving, up mountains, until we reached the top. Writing now from Gila ("hee-la") National Forest in southern New Mexico. The moonlight in here is actual; you don't need a flashlight to get by. 

I've started joyfully anticipating the first step out of the car in a new place. I can feel the weather, it tells me where we are. And I can feel it, the underlying energy, or I can't. Gila has the vibe, and I like it. We walk through ancient cliff dwellings and past herds of deer. Again: not a soul to see. 

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