Going over many of my photos taken over the years, some "themes" become obvious. One of those is "roads". Bare trails through dusty sage, bustling multi-lane highways through busy urban centers.

Y'all can probably guess which is predominate in my collection ...

This one here splits the difference: I-80 in Nevada.

Now - of more interest to me ... if one looks just left of the center, a thin dark trail heads up into the mountains.

I couldn't estimate the number of times I'd have gotten off the highway to see where that road goes. More often than not, nowhere in particular.

But every so often ... when the phase of the moon is right ... when I hold my tongue in the proper position ... I run into something from places long abandoned of times even longer past.

I breathe easy ... and I kind of feel at home.


But this ... this wasn't one of those times; my journey to wherever continued.

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