I found myself trailing over the desert hills on a well traveled gravel rode with the sun listing over the horizon and the basin dust haunting over the valleys and bluffs like the spirits that once roamed these lands. My motorcycle growled over another slope and came to a halt when the spirit of the land struck me to my core for me to truly revel in its depth and beauty. My sole salivated. The colors saturated my every cell like language. This is what I came here for.

Location: Hart Mt., Oregon, on Blue Sky Rd.