By some incredible stroke of good luck the wind did not carry away my tent while I was sleeping in it last night, nor did it pick up my car and toss it into the canyon below my campsite. I know it was thinking about doing both of those things though. This is not the sort of wind one can trust. This is the sort of wind that steals kites from children and blows cute little kittens and puppies off porches and into traffic. I will not miss this wind. Even with it sheltered on the calm side of my car I could barely keep my cookstove lit the wind was whipping past so fast. Thought I was gonna have to eat that spam cold.
I feel so isolated out here and I love it.
A couple vehicles came driving down the road toward me today but as soon as they saw me camped here they both turned around and left. I'm at the end of the road; there's nowhere else to go. I don't know why it makes me feel so happy to see them stop, turn around, and leave, but it does. The only other life forms I saw today were a squirrel and a bluejay and a crow and they all left me happily alone too.
I've been camped here long enough now that I'm starting to feel like it's my place. Go away, other humans, this land is claimed. But all good things must come to an end, as mortals are fond of saying. I'm supposed to pack up tomorrow and go spend some time with a friend in Denver. I think I might have a bit of trouble inserting myself back into society. I hope I haven't forgotten how to interact with other humans.
Wait no. Actually I hope I have.