So, we next headed to a site where we almost always find solitude, peace, and quiet. And, as a plus, there's great trail running and mountain biking next to the campsite.
where I found a tricycle back in March. I looked around a bit more this time, and I found the remains of a car. I know almost nothing about cars - so I can't guess what year or what model this one was. You can also see the cabin on the left in the background. It must have been such a hard life living there.
The hardest part was the last 2 miles into camp. It was all downhill which meant that I froze as I coasted and navigated the rocky trail. I was shaking and barely able to feel my hands by the time I arrived at camp. Fortunately, the first clap of thunder didn't happen until I was climbing into the LabMobile. I warmed up fast once I was inside and out of the rain.
The storm moved out almost as fast as it had arrived. Shyla and I had a wonderful time playing in the sunset light later that day.
Their inferno did look pretty with the flames reflecting off the canyon walls. However, I worried about all the birds who I'd watched in the cottonwood grove where they were camped. Before the arrival of the campers, it was like a mecca of exotic birds who were all singing their hearts out.
In the grand scheme, the camping neighbors didn't stay long and certainly didn't make us love our campsite any less! But, I'm guessing that the author of the inspiration for the title of this post, Edward Abbey, would have complained endlessly about them. When he said "solitude", he meant absolute solitude. In this day and age, we have to be a little more flexible to stay happy!