I walked across the desert canyon this morning, drinking a Starbucks along the way, eventually feeling slightly absurd as the sun worked the horizon. I found a large boulder, a climbable island in a sea of choss, manure and sun animals. The west face was a beautiful 45 degree 20’ sandstone face… I was surprised to find the finish and gutted a holler.
It was clear somebody had put a great deal of effort in trail construction, a notable beckon from across the canyon, where we noted chalk potential with binoculars on the prior day. Followed some odd tracks out, suggesting a lion might be wandering around thinking… Starbucks in hand and pad over head; a humanism monstrosity.
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feast on lion. before the maggots do. this is a noble end. or is it?
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