local to local
Yesterday’s drive was both fast and long. Every minute, every mile put distance between where we've been and where we were going. Finally in Two Dot, we slept under a full orange moon that bounced from window to window through the night. I was awake often from road jitters, too much caffeine, or the full body-slam of transition. It always happens, is never welcome and is always worth the trouble. In just 24 hours and we’ve clocked magpies, robins, meadowlarks, sand hill cranes, eastern kingbirds, swainson’s hawks, white tailed deer, antelope and the yard rabbit that we like to call Wallace. All of this coupled with a clear blue sky is working to revive me.