Edward Abbey
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your rivers flow without end, down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you—beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
Desert Solitaire
Edward Abbey
Desert Solitaire