I started in Utah and was so surprised at how frightened I was.
- Frightened of the weather,
- of strange men,
- of breakdowns,
- of injury,
- running out of money.
- Almost everything.
The fears lasted two weeks or so. Then they faded.
- The weather was challenging at times.
- The strange men shared coffee and stories.
- Lilith was healthy and willing every day.
- “Bites that itched” has been the worst injury.
- Nowhere to spend money.
- Running out of coffee.
This spot was terrific. I felt the ones who had lived there. A turkey showed up and kept me “entertained” for days. That damn turkey would hop up on the table while I was having coffee. And try to get some. One day the clouds started building and I became hyper alert. The sand was deep and I was parked just off of an obvious wash. A canyon flash flood would be no joke. Lilith has 4wd, but it was deep. Dropping down, into the canyon, had my heart thumping. Getting out might be dicey in the best of weather. I left quickly. Useful fear.
So I moved to another Utah spot to look for meteorites. What joy.