{"id":52,"date":"2017-07-25T12:52:00","date_gmt":"2017-07-25T12:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2017\/07\/25\/the-high-country-around-cortez"},"modified":"2021-09-11T03:19:34","modified_gmt":"2021-09-11T10:19:34","slug":"the-high-country-around-cortez","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=52","title":{"rendered":"The high country around Cortez"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Dirty and disheveled, the lone wanderer makes his way along the scenic backroads through the high country of the Navajo Nation on his way to Cortez, Colorado.<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Lone crows call out his name like psychotic girlfriends from prior lives. The sun paints haunting images in the sky.<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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He finds a place called Negro road that is the loneliest place he can recall being in for the longest time. A single tree seems out of place amongst the tall weeds that sway gently in the breeze. He feels like resting his back against the tree trunk and letting his body die.<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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It wouldn’t be a bad place to go.<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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A semi appears out of nowhere and rumbles him back to reality. He shakes off the dire thought of death and focuses of the peacefulness of this place.<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Peace, not death, instead of peace from death.<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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