I little canyon called Apple Canyon near Idyllwild, California. Normally to venture up such a place I would be looking for a stream or lake to fly fish. Not here. The rugged terrain was enhanced by the snags and clinging cloud.
“One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks.” Edward Abbey, Beyond the Wall
Edward Abbey died on March 14, 1989 due to complications from surgery. He was buried as he had requested: in a sleeping bag – no embalming fluid, no casket. His body was secretly interred in an unmarked grave in southern Arizona.
For now, the desert for me and those I care about, is a place of renewal, rebirth, for clarity in life.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”