As the writer-in-residence the past three days in Joshua Tree National Park, I’ve revised 72 pages on my novel, written parts of three poems, worked on a new story, and read for hours and hours.
Off-the-grid cabins, in the back-country, up a service road, past a gate, are sort kinda a little bit quiet. Who would’ve thought?
What else have I done?
Bouldered 10 routes.
Rock Climbed 5 pitches.
Stared at the stars.
Watched the sunrise over the Lost Horse Wall.
Researched flora and fauna.
Explored to the summits of three domes near my cabin.
Hiked and ran 9 miles.
Watched a black lizard sun himself on a rock on my back patio.
Followed a coyote as he yipped and jogged up an arroyo.
Stood still as two jackrabbits chased each other through the underbrush.
Nudged a yellow and brown centipede as it crossed the road.