In my mind is a meadow encompassed by towering cliffs. Inside this crown of rock is a Emerald Lake. My eyes start to regain focus from the dream and re-gain reality. We are coming into Salmon and the air is thick with smoke. We are on our way to the Fitz-Barn. It feels like I am coming down with the flu. Could it be the smoke in the air from the wild fires? Should I have not played with my new GPS while in the back seat … giving me motion sickness? I must put this all out of my mind because I embark on a 400 mile journey tomorrow morning. I drift back to my rock cirque.
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