Artania Writing Trek: Phase II

As the miles ticked off, the heaviness of life’s stresses grew lighter. The further I drove the lighter I felt. Soon I was helium balloon  floating down Highway 166. Passing ranches and tiny towns, blips on the map I heard poetry in their names, Cuyama and New Cuyama. I stopped in at the Buckhorn Restaurant for some old time cowboy hospitality. The inside was like stepping onto a western movie  set. I could have been taping an episode of Westworld, minus the androids of course.img_0246buckhorn

A full belly later I was cruising closer to my destination: Carrizo Plain. I turned onto Soda Lake Road and immediately felt a different energy. The energy from the quiet of being alone.

And the inspiration began.

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