Desert Remains

Moab.  I remember when you and I first had an our first encounter.  Mid-June, it was hotter than hell.  I explored the White Rim Trail for two days, all while feeling like I was in a far away land.  Away from society, from responsibility, from myself.  I just drove, camped, hiked, drank wine, and took in what is the mass beauty of this red desert.   
I climb your rocks so high people below are all but ants beneath my big red feet. The sun beating down on my brown, dry, dirt caked skin. Hair a mess, tired from a miserable night of sleep before, yet I still have the energy to see more. 

Until next summer....