1 week ago
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wasting no time, I walked along the sandstone outcropping towards the protection of a nearby overhang. The wall of gray mist marched forward catching up to us, just as we made it under the overhang.
This cabin reminded me of my favorite short story, The Call of the Wild. Highway 550 between Durango and Silverton.
From the protection of the small cave, the storm pounded the desert, punctuated by an occasional clap of the thunder and flash of light. We watched, biding our time to dash back to the truck.
Sage and obsidian.
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