Ed Abbey has a magic with words. I feel he has the best explanation for wandering in remote and desert places.
‘Why do I do this? (My feet hurt.) Why? Well, it’s the need, I guess, for some sort of authentic experience. (My hip joint hurts.) As opposed to the merely synthetic experience of books, movies, TV, regular urban living. (My neck hurts.) To meet my God, my Maker once again, face to face, beneath my feet, beyond my arms, above my head. (Will there be water at Cabeza Tank?)’
The benediction of the preface to Beyond the Wall; a compilation of Ed Abbey essays.
‘May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God’s dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night.’
From The Art of Racing in the Rain life as seen by a dog. This book is both witty and heart-wrenching. With many good thoughts to walk with.
“That which we manifest, is before us.”