The scent of musky city pollution is nowhere near us. The white pickup truck bounces up and down the rocky trail snaking back and forth up a mountain high above the desert Saguaro cacti we left after 20 minutes driving north on the freeway. As I stare out the rear cab window at tall Pines sprouting out of the brown dust covered terrain, our outdoor camping hear bounces like Mexican Beans. It is noon and the sun is blanketing us with a beautiful day. Around the next gravel bend, a large manmade lake comes into view below the trail. We are looking for an outdoor camping site far enough away from any other tents but still close enough to the lake for morning carp fishing.
An open grass field comes into view peppered with deteriorating trees fallen from a past storm and pinecones. Smiling we pull off the trail into the grass before hopping out and grabbing the outdoor camping gear now in different places from the truck bed. If we stopped talking it would be completely silent. Completely peaceful.
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The scent of musky city pollution is nowhere near us. The white pickup truck bounces up and down the rocky trail snaking back and forth up a mountain high above the desert Saguaro cacti we left after 20 minutes driving north on the freeway. As I stare out the rear cab window at tall Pines sprouting out of the brown dust covered terrain, our outdoor camping hear bounces like Mexican Beans. It is noon and the sun is blanketing us with a beautiful day. Around the next gravel bend, a large manmade lake comes into view below the trail. We are looking for an outdoor camping site far enough away from any other tents but still close enough to the lake for morning carp fishing.
