playa me

I grew up on the edge of this desert, learned to drive on it's crackled surface and felt the salty dust in my eyes more times than I can count. I have gotten stuck, up to the truck's axles, in the sticky mud that sneaks up on you. I have watched the heat and light play tricks on the mountains from a school bus window between Empire and Gerlach after school each day.

playa beer

This playa is in me deep. Even if it has been almost 20 years since I called this place home, it is part of who I am and who I was.

like kites

I have a lot of thoughts stirring around after the weekend visit to this place I called home for many years of my childhood. How did such a rural space, such a dramatic landscape, shape the me of today. I need time to process them a bit more. But I wanted to get something down in writing, for fear that it will slip away, like the dust trail from a distant car did in the sky that afternoon did.

 137:366, Pyramid Lake
I'll be sharing more photos and more about why we were out there later this week.
It was a wonderful weekend, lots of giggles and play time.

1 comment:

  1. oh boy i totally feel you with this post. i grew up by the ocean, and can never imagine living away from the ocean, but if you asked me to quantify how, exactly, such a landscape and setting has shaped me, i'd be hard pressed to articulate it. all i know is it's ingrained in me.


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