Oh my god yes. I’m driving and shouting about the vistas. There is almost no one with us on this highway. The open space is so exhilarating. It’s not too hot and not too cold. The air is indescribable but you want it. To be a part of this!
About halfway between Cimarron and Rayado, it opens up and soars. I suppose we’re looking at someone’s ranch, but never mind. I mainly see the Earth. The peace and reassurance are overwhelming. My joy and satisfaction are complete. There’s nothing more to say or ask. This is what we’re given, mind you. Everybody wins the lotto. Most of us forget.
The road I shot that from follows the original Santa Fe Trail, which blows my mind. It must have looked much the same almost two hundred years ago, except for buffalo herds and wolves and different grasses.