Silence. Not eerie, but peaceful. Nobody talks up here, but how would you find the breath, let alone the words to describe this place after a hike like that? So instead you just listen. Listen to the wind’s song to the sagebrush, the river’s trickling babble to the trees, the cheatgrass’ whisper to the clouds, begging for them to move so that they can spark a wild flame of destruction on these desert lands. The clouds persevere though, they sprinkle out the wicked hopes of the cheatgrass. They keep the rivers babbling to the beautiful twisted knot of trees. They give a gulp of refreshing water to the dry desert dust, giving it a squishy voice to add into nature’s song. Soon the birds, the crickets and the frogs will come back and add their