Out of spur, just like those pioneers back in early 19th century
They left the East where lives were flourishing along with factories
For something unknown yet so hopeful
A new place in the vast and empty West, surrounded by the bisons
Where a new life can be born out of one's creation.
Heading to the end of the West of America
Beginning tonight 5 hours drive to Flagstaff,
First site of the month, Beaver Creek Campground
In the heart of Coconino Forest, sheltered by cottonwoods
Within drive, there lays a beauty; the red Sedona.
Priscilla, I love reading your posts. I'll be reading it all summer, so I hope you'll post more. You are beautiful inside and outside and your happiness and love of nature shows that. I admire and respect you. I hope one day I get a chance to travel to the West and camping like you do.
ReplyDeleteAll the best. Jennifer Harbaugh