Once again I was on the road alone. I needed a place of solitude to do some writing. Just north of Parker I found a beautiful campground and for the first time since I left it tried to rain on me. Fortunately there was a roof to pitch my tent beneath. YES!
I woke and and turned my head to the right. The sun was painting the rocks.....I turned to the left and there was a tough little Yamaha luring me with it's sparky winks. I breathed deep and smelled the river, a sudden churning of the water and there was a huge fish twisting in the shallows. The perfect surrounding for inspiration.
Soon I will be on the road to Tucson and Tombstone but for now.....all I need is my computer and an electrical outlet. I kind of miss the paper and pen,....but wouldn't go back.
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