Camping Trip

I slept last night under the stars. The big dipper, or the Drinking Gourd as it was know to African Americans following the North Star to freedom along the underground railway, poked its head out among the stars first. Then one by one others made themselves known to me. I felt a voice whisper would I come with Him. I said no. I'm a sinner through and through. I am baptised by the Milky Way, by no other church. Now, I feel ready to live my life. It was a tiring night - I didn't even stay awake long enough to see the Milky Way in which I was baptised. My tiredness came from the day. I had spent the day on the shoulder of a Mesa doing trail restoration. In my path were Cambrian Rocks (lava rocks from the time of the dinosaurs), dust, wild roses, and sometimes at the top of the trail a view of the Uncompadre (stinky, dirty) river and mountains in Utah.