|Somewhere along the road near Red Rock Canyon, on the way from Las Vegas to Death Valley.|
Time to get back to where I need to be, on so many levels.
It's been another long slog of a winter, with all kinds of changes. The dark days and long nights and the frozen-to-the-bone stillness forces me to 'go underground'. It's a reflective time, for sure, and necessary to recharge the batteries. But now, something about spring - the lengthening days, the ice finally cracking - pulls me out from hibernation and forces me to start again.
And there is no better place, in my opinion, for a ceremonial start to life above ground than in the middle of nowhere/center of the universe.
If connectivity and time permits, I'll post photos and stories from my week here in Death Valley. But now, I gotta get ready: we ride early, as soon as the sun comes up.