Faced with a decision about which road to take, one that returned the way we had come, or an unknown route, knowing we had about 1 hour of daylight left, we were reminded of her words. After siting at the crossroads a bit, we decided to get "lost".
It was a good decision because for the next 45 minutes we were treated to at least 10 small herds of elk crossing the road, then standing a short distance away as we drove slowly by, taking an occasional photograph.
We also saw mule deer and turkeys. Wow!
This kind of getting lost, of being willing to take an unknown route, gave great gifts.
We had driven north to the Valle Vidal unit of the Carson National Forest. Meaning "valley of life", I have found a quiet life when I have journeyed to this place. It is surely a Thin Space to me.
A picnic of local bread, New Mexico cheddar, and apple was abundance.
I walked the land listening to my own high-altitude breath, giving thanks for the gift of quiet I found and for the beauty of God's creation.
Very enjoyable time getting "lost" I would say. Or maybe you were more "found" than lost. My family has always referred to those roads a "Rick roads" and we've journeyed down them often, always with rewards as you've enjoyed. Beautiful pictures!
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