Mother Nature is an Artist | Poem & Adventure

<p>Spontaneity and synchronicity were the themes of the day. Being the weekend I knew I had to get out on the trails and hike the rust out of my weekday work joints. But&hellip; where? I took out the big map of the area and looked at it on the drive over. So many mysteries on this map, places of enigmas that we haven&rsquo;t visited yet. The west part of town called us, a section filled with squiggles on the map and mystical mesas like monuments watching over us little people. Parking is always hard in this area, but we were lucky to find a space.</p> <p>Our afternoon started on a trail named after alcohol derived from agave, until I noticed through the trees crowds of people gathered up on a mesa next to a busy trail burrowing deep in a canyon. My partner reminded me of what it was, the last of four vortex points we haven&rsquo;t visited yet. Could it be? Finishing a great mythical quest? Curiosity took the front seat and we meandered back down the trail and up onto the vista that had a crowd just thirty minutes before. &ldquo;The desert is so fascinating. Just a bit ago we stood over there looking over here, and just a short walk away we are here looking over there,&rdquo; my partner mentioned as we approached the vortex point.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/@asterl8lee/mother-nature-is-an-artist-poem-adventure-6e8fc71a1014"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>
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