Where am I? December 2018

I’m cruising the San Juans on county land

Versus the islands of the Pacific NW

The road is serene—a four corners desert scene

Soon I’ll pull off and take a brief rest

A rock formation of enormous scale

Is it a clipper ship from days gone by?

Or a mythical bird bringing the Navajo South

From the cold to this place, warm and dry

With dark closing in and an empty gut

I mount my Fat Boy with a mission

A bite to eat in a nearby town

Its name mirroring the rock I still envision