Searching for solitude

Bathed in the late evening sun. Lost Creek Wilderness.

This area was almost deserted on a Sunday evening but 20+ people on Monday before 9am. Mostly nice but where are they coming from and why aren't they working?

Time to search for more solitude.

Out for some Sunday evening solitude on the solstice in the Lost Creek Wilderness. Check out the bottom left corner of the photo.

After the cranes

This was taken after flying in 30 mph winds trying to look at whooping cranes. Yes, despite what I had just been through I couldn't help but be blissfully happy. The lesson, don't ever try to look through binoculars from a plane that is bouncing all over the sky. It will make you sick! Yes, if you are going to "live" you might as well experience as many senses as possible. All I can say is you haven't truly "lived" until you've been in an antique, 2-seater plane in 30mph winds, watching whooping cranes with your dog (and a very cute pilot), puking your guts out into a bag...It gets wierder!!! There was no tissue to be had through the whole plane so I had to use bread to wipe up any excess and blow my nose...yes, bread.

...Fall right into place

After making a few phone calls and getting nowhere, I finally got ahold of this gentleman, Dan. I explained that I wanted to be dropped off in the middle of nowhere so I could simply "be" in a pristine part of the world where nature is still in tact AND I wanted to see the whooping cranes AND the dog had to come. Without even a hestitation, he came up with plan for making all this happen. And just to add a lovely adornment to my bliss, I got to fly around in this very-cool plane from 1954.