Sleeping Bag Bedrum

"We are strangers and sojourners, soft dots on the rocks. You have walked along the sand and seen where birds have landed, walked and flown; their tracks begin in sand and go and suddenly end. Our tracks do that; but we go down. And stay down. While we're here, during the seasons our tents are pitched in the light, we pass among each other crying "greetings" in a thousand tongues, and "welcome" and "Good-bye". Inhabitants of uncrowded tend to offer the stranger famously warm hospitality." Annie Dillard

It was almost a year ago there was a new dot in Tres Cruces Peru. Lets work to set up a traveling home. Why do whoevers search for a time with nothing to do? Dinner is warmer and breakfast is deliciouser walked to from a tent. I yelled in Tres Cruces and it now echoes in the Grand Canyon 3 times over. It bounces 4000ft down red walls and meets a Filling Station owning couple. Their pulse is a meadow that is a 60 mile snowmobile ride to the grocery store in the winter. Hold this and picture and then push that through the hippocampus. My memory is more tied to my ears making echoes extremely important for nostalgia. The goodness is there is a Grand Cut into the Earth titled Canyon to catch it.