Rocks Standing Up


Somewhere west of the border patrol stop on I-10 Julia had a flashback. It was of another journey, when she was going in the opposite direction with her sister. They detoured south towards the border and so would we. Into the darkness we turned the turtle toward rocks standing up.



The gates were locked tight when we arrived at Chiricahua National Monument. Seeking a barely flat spot we joined a few other late arrivals in the ditch right of the entrance. Boon-docking virgins disconnected we slept as the wind rose. Sweeping down and out of the snow capped mountains the wind howled all night long.



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