Rainier and Baker, Washington
Sometimes I travel to where people are. Recently I’ve been traveling to were they are not: In the forests and the snow; and the sides and the tops of mountains.
In this wilderness I feel like I exist only in the moment, free. I am taken out of history and out of the flow of time. There is just one thing to think about: the next step.
But absence and freeze dried food make the heart grow fonder. And now that I am back at my desk the cities I’ve visited and the civilization we’ve cultivated seems like even more of a miracle. I will be visiting them again here soon.