Storm At Poison Spider Mesa

“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore” Vincent van Gogh
I had not heard thunder in the better part of a year. The boom of thunder and cold gust of wind drove me near complete sensory overload. This boy from the desert is a sucker for anything that brings moisture like a kid in a candy store.
"Black Shroud over Poison Spider Mesa"

I would wind down the ragged switchback with an invigorated spirit that blinded me to the situation at hand.

Bob Marley’s “Could you be loved?” beat between the pounding rain and shaking winds. I descended the off camber ledges. They were now waterfalls; they were evil and gave the best lines to the cliff’s edge. My ambitions to make Colorado by sunset carried me down swiftly.