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.