I’ve spent two days driving bad roads and poring over maps, unsuccessfully searching for a trail entirely across nearby Hells Canyon Wilderness. And then I woke up with the whole idea unraveled, in a good way, like a stubborn knot that comes loose once you drop the rope. The absence of trails means that Hells Canyon is exactly the place to traverse. Cross country. What an adventure in tangibles and metaphors. Now I am truly excited. Tomorrow, after this rare rain, hidden canyons will be briefly channeling water through this gorgeous desert. I will try the thing again.
With my hyper-consciousness of time, multiple days indoors makes me frustrated. But I had forgotten what I am doing: I am living in a solar-powered rolling condo on a lakeshore in the middle of the Sonoran Desert. Life is distilled to a small number of tasks, nearly all important or satisfying. I look left and right; I can see my entire personal world from end to end. This is a 24-hour per day adventure. Wake up. It’s right here. It is truth, love, and beauty in every breath.