Coming closer to a solid return, letters and flown in food. Flipped over on my stomach, same position as yesterday, different location. My legs are throbbing, sucking in all the nutrition they can get from a few packs of Ramen, some instant rice, and powdered mashed potatoes. Dead, sun fried skin flakes onto the page from my beard while I'm writing this. My moustache curls on the edges, it doesn't itch. Sam's out fishing, so we can eat some additional protein. Things feel closer that shouldn't be, my brain is floating in some sort of purgatory, not wanting to compose words, so my hand works stubbornly, independently. I wonder if I'll look back on this later as delirium. Not much work tomorrow, I'll eat more later to lighten the load. Eat it all, peanut butter and rice, trusty spoon, bowl of granola, my only saving grace.
6/22/07 (Near Sunset) - Top of Sheep Eater Lookout with Mark and Kalyn.
Sun's setting fast; let's see if I can't out-write it while I can still see this dirty page. Aching muscles and a full 360 degree view of mountains, but none above us, we're the highest point around. A lone outhouse where I sat with the door wide open and the wind whipping at me, while watching, awestruck, at the brush stroked clouds purple, yellow, green, and a burning red ball falling through the sky. Dark on our heels, the wind's picking up, but we beat it. The color bouncing off the clouds behind me has faded. No time now, always time. This might be the most beautiful thing I've seen to date. No words to do it justice. A cloud of mosquitoes swirl around the eddy behind my head, sheltered from the wind. Two visible lakes down below, a half moon, and a helicopter pad made from big rocks and some worn yellow paint. Up here with another bearded fellow, whistling, joking, screaming, and singing, all on top of the world.
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