Day 1 wrap up

I forgot how lonely driving through the desert can be. I stopped a couple times just to listen to the sounds. It is quiet, but it seems like there is a soft, rolling boil just below the earth. I forgot how big the ravens get out here. They perch on anything that rises above the tumbleweeds, like little sentry guards looking over the desert basin. One of them sat, cawing, on top of an old abandoned adobe. It looked like it was never even lived in, likely abandoned a hundred years ago. I imagine what it was like to live in that adobe on cold nights like this. It is supposed to get down to 9 degrees. I am looking forward to the warm mugginess of the south.