Found my journals from the 1970’s. My first exposure to the deserts was hitchhiking to and from New Mexico and Arizona in March 1972. After my return, I wrote:
I loved the desert; the mountains, the expansive skies, the people, the quiet, and the free feeling. I’ll be back before long. And I hope I’m welcome.
“There’s a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit gets ready for leaving”
– Robert Plant and Jimmie Page
Decades and life songs later, I finally returned. To my own desert.