{"id":1718,"date":"2015-03-26T01:56:00","date_gmt":"2015-03-26T01:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2015\/03\/26\/alone-in-the-swell"},"modified":"2021-09-21T05:41:41","modified_gmt":"2021-09-21T12:41:41","slug":"alone-in-the-swell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1718","title":{"rendered":"alone in The Swell"},"content":{"rendered":"

The long, dusty road finally ends as I pull into the valley known as The Swell. Silence is all I hear when the engine dies.<\/p>\n

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A murder of crows flutter about as I set up camp, re-hydrate, eat a morsel or two. The sun is quickly setting.<\/p>\n

I find myself the only soul in this valley of desert sand and red rock.<\/p>\n

I could disappear, murdered outright, and no one would be the wiser.<\/p>\n

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Instead of terror setting in, I find that thought freeing. I set my mind on the act of pure survival as the last log of the fire burns it’s orange glow as the sun fades behind the mountain.<\/p>\n

Stars come out to shine and dissipate worry. I reciprocate with my own beacon of light.<\/p>\n

Perhaps in a far off universe, another soul sees my own beacon and finds comfort.<\/p>\n

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Coyotes howl and wake me in the middle of the night. The sage brush rustles from the nocturnal stirring of hidden creatures.<\/p>\n

Let me survive to the break of a new dawn.<\/p>\n

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I wake to watch the rising of a new day. I feel like my ancestors of old, those that rose to each new day in awe, and lived as though it may be their last.<\/p>\n

As we all should….bring on fresh blood. <\/p>\n\n\n

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