The rolling hills turned into foothills and then mountains as my mind wandered off with the river a while back, not that I mind. meandering through the mountains in pitch black darkness, exceeding the speed limit by only a little, hugging the yellow line cuz I can't see the rigid rocks to the right, I know they're there. I pull over to catch a glimpse of the stars without the light pollution of the city, I counted 5 shooting stars. absolute darkness, surrounded on all sides by rocky walls so that no light passes through. it's utterly amazing, and it's kinda creepy to completely let go and stand in the darkness, vulnerable to anything that can see me. damn, this is a beautiful place to be, I can hardly wrap my mind around it. I only see this kind of shit on tv, but it's real personal to me for some reason. I like things in their natural, raw state I suppose, or as close as one can get. skyscrapers can be beautiful, but they ain't got shit on the mountain I'm looking at, or the river running below me. what a sound, I never want to leave it. I'll exchange it for the screeching and grinding of steel on steel any day, and some people will never understand that. fortunately some do. anyway, this place is awesome, really.