Mobile Home

Forty-five pounds

I carry with me

The climb

Summit

Nature

This is everything

 

Crisp air creeping up the gaps in my sleeves

Tossing my hair in frenzy

Dilated eyes

 

Sun bleeding through the yellow mesh of the tent

Like the cracks on my hands

Blistered feet

Swollen calves

All irrelevant

Nothing can touch me out here

I am free

 

Each day brings new weather

Unpredictability

A longing for more

I need no one

No help

No human life around for miles

 

The exception:

 

Crossing paths with a beautiful adventure seeker

Sharing the same craving

We will sit by a fire and enjoy the company of strangers

Exchanging stories of our many travels

Recommendations

Then part ways

With the sure probability of never seeing one another again

Something both of us are completely content with

Forever grateful for the temporary company

 

This is the great outdoors

Nothing less

Always more.

 

– Breelyn Shelkey

 

Havasupai Falls, AZ

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