There are some places so beautiful they can make a grown man break down and weep. - Edward Abbey

We are obliged, therefore, to spread the news, painful and bitter though it may be for some to hear, that all living things on earth are kindred

And the wind blows, the dust clouds darken the desert blue, pale sand and red dust drift across the asphalt trails and tumbleweeds fill the arroyos. Good-bye, come again. (p. 34)

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.