There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Fremont Gorge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fremont Gorge. Show all posts

29 December 2015

solo in a National Park

Only the deer scatter as the wanderer steps onto the Fremont Gorge trail. No other visible signs of life to be found.

The sun is shining bright on this December morn in the high red rock desert. He straps on the googles for solar flare protection, and starts walking.
Water is hard to ration with the sounds of screaming fans in his head. He tips the canteen and lets the last cool drop slip down his parched lips before his tongue licks the moisture with the flick of a dragon.

The crowd roars in delight at his suffering.
Looking out over the vast stadium of life, he points to the sky and shouts to the heavens,
"Don't you wish you were here!"

Yet only the streak in the sky from an airliner going East responds. The wanderer follows the white plume, hoping to find understanding in this harsh and unforgiving planet.