We spent the past six nights in the Providence Mountains in the Mojave National Preserve. We had a beautiful, isolated campsite.
And took some nice hikes. Not among our most memorable, but we aren't we ever getting spoiled.
After six nights, we decided that for our final days for this road trip, before we headed home, would stay in the Wild Horse Canyon area. So, here we are, ready to spend five nights in this isolated and beautiful spot.
It is so peaceful here, and so wild.
Would I ever feel these things if I wasn't here?
Would I ever know these things existed without her?
Can I truly be alive unless I experience the raw emotions of this isolated and stunningly beautiful place with her?
As Oscar Wilde once wrote: "All bad poetry springs from true emotions."
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