Category: Yarnell

I really need to clear my head and rejuvenate my spirit.  Ideas of where to travel this winter spin in my head, Central America or Africa.  So why not a walk in my own backyard in the Weaver Mountains to think.

It’s looking a little dry with most of the bushes and grasses browned out where a few critters try to hide.  Actually, these grasshoppers jump all over the place yet prove very difficult to photograph.  The dying plants look as beautiful to me as when green and would make a marvelous center piece, yet I’d rather enjoy them here than inside my RV.

The big poplar still carries leaves of green with a touch of gold.

The shape of the the granite boulders fill my imagination.

Look closely for the birds

I attempt to bird a bit but they are so flighty, and usually too far away otherwise.

After a little over a mile I crest the ridge which reveals the valley and peaks to the south and west.  Congress, where the Bayfield Bunch live this winter, lies below.  Wickenburg beyond and the Harcuvar Mountains in the distance.

I sit and think on these boulders while absorbing the view.  Ideas run through my head of far off places I have yet to see.

Yet the only decision I come to is a walk back down off the mountain.

So I meander through a wash admiring the world around me.

Where do you wander when you need to think?