Saguaro – 04/62 – Journal Snippets

“Driving days always feel like I’m stuck in limbo. Time just sort of washes over me, and before I know it, I’m in another state, and it’s 10pm and time to go to bed.”

“The day was a blur of far off desert mountains and dark highways, but here’s what I can remember about the trip: I listened to the Cautionary Tales podcast. I had a love affair with the Rilo Kiley song “Glendora.” I finished the audiobook for Malcolm Gladwell’s David and Goliath. A very sweet kid working the Chick-fil-a counter talked to me about visiting Disneyland and Star Wars Land. I listened to an insane amount of Conan’s podcast, just so I could feel like I was laughing and hanging out with friends.”

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A Mountain Brat in Death Valley

“Of. Fucking. Course!” The demons inside my head are screaming at me as I skid down sun-drenched gravel and onto the highway shoulder, narrowly avoiding a rock kicked up by an old Ford Ranger. I am rage-walking in the unrelenting sun of Death Valley National Park, whipping my head around my shoulder to double-check that Ben is still behind me, and praying that at any moment, my heels will sprout wings. It’s nearly 2pm, we’re out of water, and our car is definitely not where we left it. In the distance, thunderheads shroud neighboring peaks, filling me with envy for the comforts of water and shade. My skin is seething as my stomach churns trail mix into knots. I steady my breathing, look both ways down the dusty, two-lane motorway, and shove my thumb into the air, indignant.

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