Been stuck at Window Rock Cabin since last weekend. Stranded with no hope of rescue. Sure, I am writing this blog from the comforts of my home. But my mind seems trapped up in Hyalite Canyon. The week is going by just like it has always done. Work, sleep, work, and sleep. And the future is the same. Travel … blah blah blah. But first I have to get my mind out of Hyalite. Maybe I will go up there this weekend looking for it.
I dream of having nothing to do but to go for a walk. I dream that the most important events of the day are taking a photo and trying to figure out what kind of bird just landed on the rail outside. Nothing to do. Just the cabin and I.
Last weekend was my first stay at Window Rock. It is so close to a main road that it is almost impossible to rent. As luck would have it the road is closed 12 miles down the valley from April 1st for a month or so. Perfect for someone who is willing to travel without a car. Perfect for me. And the cabin felt perfect.
Sitting there sipping my coffee on the front porch in the mornings is my favorite thing to do at Window Rock. As the wind swooshes through the pines and the clouds roll over the cliffs my caffeine beverage takes hold and the world seems a perfect place.
And in a perfect world I am on an endless adventure. And so I set down my cup and head off into the woods.