High Summer Scamper: Out There Somewhere

Words by Greg
Photos by Greg and Trina

We'll have to admit that one of the most important places we go on nearly every trip is somewhere we can pretend to have the world to ourselves. Such places might be more easily reached by leaving the truck behind. But on this trip we managed to find a few spots where, for days, we saw either next-to-no-one, or no one at all. The truck could stay parked while we wandered rainy canyons, scrambled along cliffs, communed with small flowers, waded creeks, gathered wild food, or sat watching the planet slowly revolve.

There seems to be a restorative effect to living -- temporarily, at least -- with only our small pack of two, plus two dogs, in an expanse of wild land.

High Summer Scamper: Aesthetics of Decay

Photos by Trina and Greg

High Summer Scamper

Words by Greg
Photos by Trina and Greg

If one were to judge by our recent blog posts, it may seem as if August leapt past us and got away. In truth, it did not. Posting about it slipped past us, but the month did not get away from us. In fact, we had time to scamper around the state in search of fun and excitement.

Fun and excitement for us seems to revolve around finding new places to explore, with an emphasis on both wild and lonely places, and on places where the veneer of progress has been replaced with a patina of decay. We did find such places.

Secret canyons. Monsoon showers. Towns turning to dust. Starry nights. Wild food. Bear tracks. Hidden meadows. Dirt. And dogs. Enjoy.