Becoming addicted

I've camped out three straight nights, now. Same spot in Lovell Canyon. I am starting to think I'm not such an etched-in-stone city mouse as I thought. I love it there. So far away from any thing. Up on Mount Potosi, you can still see city lights off in the far distance. Hear airplane traffic. Out in Lovell Canyon, there's nothing. You're so far away from everything, there's absolutely nothing but you and nature.

This morning, it was actually warm. Almost hot. Beautiful. I started taking stock of the surrounding scenery, mapping out potential routes for climbs and hikes and other explorations. I think I am going to have to get to know all of this area very soon.