The vast and lonely places in my mind long for the vast and lonely places of the world. It is not the world we live in, where everything happens fast and we are given little time to sit and think about what we've done, who we are, who we are with, and where we are going. Basic humans needs. At least, I am a human and I need those things in my life. Time to reflect, time to ponder, time to stare at the stars and wonder. Who knew there were so many brittle lights suspended in the sky? They fall recondite like bitter arcs throughout the night and it is ever so that there numbers are no less. Stand me in awe of all that I will never know.
Wyoming is one place I find what I am looking for. It is a place where humans have had little influence and the old weathered world sits with itself, outside of time. The trees, gnarled and sharp, bite back at the ferocious wind that whips and swirls across the rounded hills and rolling dales. Black clouds shift like a snake, lashing their forked light-tongues as ragged electric sparks that crack and burn across the sky. The verdant sage stretches endlessly like a green ocean, subtle and pungent after a passing storm. The hardened and callused skin of the earth itself sits exposed in grey-green lumps. This is all that remains in a land forged from fire and pummeled by the unending elements of the earth.
Only in such a cauldron could there form such beautiful and impossibly solid rock. Unclimbed rock. Where humans have had little influence. And so I go. To find time, and space, and wonder. And amazing new boulders. With no names, no grades, no numbers.