By Sarah Molina
September 2–5, 2015
The cry of elk in the night. Fuzzy, black caterpillars by the hundreds. Grass hoppers carelessly flinging their bodies into the air. Listening to the wilderness. An airplane flying so frightening low.
Losing track of the days. Vertical mountain climbs. Unexpected boulder climbing. Following a trail of broken pottery shards.
Collecting. Freeing. The only thing I am worried about is what small creature is outside of my tent tonight.
Missing home, don’t want to go back. Jewelry making: earrings and bracelets. I saw the stars tonight. So bright. So incredible.