Suddenly, all I want to do is hike in Moab or another place with strange-shaped rocks. Then, I want to go somewhere and cry because there is so much to do in the next four weeks. Four weeks people. That is not very much time for all the things that need to be written, completed, and visited.
More on this later, but my time in the desert is over. In January, I thought I'd die before April came. I'm serious. It felt years away. And now it's a few days.