9 July 2012
The hills are sharp and coarsely sandy, rocks like brown and broken teeth. The mornings warm, the climb demanding. Walking often where it's steep.
This lonely landscape can be charming, though the vegetation's sparse. The sage, and cheatgrass quickly browning. Spring is short and summer's harsh.
Imagine my surprise at seeing, pushing past a narrow cleft, A broad and gentle slope receding to the sky, off to my left.
Carpet haze of wild flowers, pale pink and sapphire blue, Extended up from rocky towers. Panting, savoring the view.
A perfect meet of place and timing. These can't last more than a week. For me, this makes the bike worth riding, random finds that no one seeks.
Magic Carpet • Opuss № I