#101
It reminds me of New Zealand.
She was right. We were at a gas station, near sunset. We’d been hiking for hours in the forest, where we saw one other person. The dog was asleep in the back seat on the blanket that he likes. I bought two beers and opened the back hatch for a bench.
Her: there really is nothing like a desert sunset.
Me: I know. People think they are all the same. New Zealand’s sunsets aren’t this radical.
We both knew I was right. The dog heard something and poked his head through the window. The smells up here at 5,000 feet were new or maybe familiar for him. On the trail we found many different droppings — deer, coyote. I’m glad we didn’t run into any of them.
Her: I can’t stand the fake scent of pine, but this. This is something else.
The beers went down too quick. Our backs were sweaty even if the air was cool. We wore t-shirts, but brought jackets for later.