Silence Before The Storm At Poison Spider Mesa
It was time to head back to town on my own, fix the truck, pack camp and set off for a last my stand through Colorado. I had no time to waste waiting on weather, another trail or another night – Colorado was calling.
I wondered where the constant flow of traffic had gone, as if they had been forewarned of the ensuing brawl in the skies. Obviously, I prefer ringside.