The Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness Area was calling me. It’s a very desolate place in northeastern New Mexico that features some astounding hoodoos. The thing is, there are no established trails to the picture-perfect sites, just a vague map at the trailhead and hundreds of thousands footprints fanning out in every direction. Did the hikers who came before know where the hell they were going, or were they like Moses’s Israelites wandering forty years in the desert? I just headed out to see what I could see.
After a while a type of serenity settled in. No agenda other than getting back to the Rolling Steel Tent before dark. Just experiencing being alone—and just fine—in a hostile environment.