The last rays of the day paint the dry grass the color of Monet haystacks before dissapearing over the hills of Wilbur Hot Springs, in the folds of which we are safely ensconsed. There’s a drought on. It feels good to finally be on the road, even if we only made it a few counties up and over from San Francisco.
This was a much-needed change in plans. After the hectic pace and emotion of the last week, it felt necessary to take a break before we barrelled on down the road. We were a wreck! Already, after an afternoon soaking and chilling out, I’m feeling like a new man.
After a night here, we’ll head through Nevada, staying the night somewhere along the way en route to Utah’s Arches National Monument. Yellowstone and Idaho will have to wait for when we have more time to explore. Two nights in the desert sounds great at this point.
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