Most evenings, as I head off to slumber, I’m thinking about what I want to write the next day.

Let me check. Yes, I’m home. With nothing much to do in the coming days except go listen to music. That will be a balm.

Here I am again, writing away from home. It’s okay, though. I’m at the home of my eldest.

For the first time in well over a week I woke up this morning without having to worry I was disturbing either a camping companion or a tiny grandchild.

Typically, my day starts early and slow. A little writing. A little coffee. A little sitting around. That all goes out the window with grandkids in the house.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 220305
Yesterday I woke in the front room of a friend’s travel trailer in Study Butte, with other friends close by. Today, I wake in my own bed.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 220204
I went for a drive down River Road from Lajitas to Closed Canyon yesterday with a friend who has traveled the road before.

I rediscovered something in Santa Elena Canyon of the Big Bend. I am nothing and I like the solitude.

Mountains leave me speechless. I’ve driven in the Alps, the Rockies, The Smokies, and the snowcapped peaks of the San Bernadino mountains. The affect is always the same. There is nothing much to say. I can only look.

Our little home away from home is home. We made it safely to the rendezvous in Study Butte and are now gathered with our friends.