Sublett Reservoir. Somewhere in Idaho. The most quiet place I have ever been.
Palo Duro Canyon
BLM Land. Eastern Oregon.
Last night I camped in a remote region in the southern part of Idaho. I expected a nice night of camping, but was hit with something strange. Last night, I experienced true, deafening silence for the first time. No wind, no animals, no people, nothing. I could hear my heart rate change when shifting my view around the area, and then I looked up. The Milky Way, in all its wonder, was looking down at me, swirling in the dark blue, speckled with stars and planets and satellites. Something so big, so dangerously unpredictable and vast, so filled with power, remained silent to my ears. That kind of silence presses into you, probing the corners of your mind that you don’t want to examine. It hurts, as if you’re being sculpted bit by bit, a chisel here, and chisel there. I woke up this morning a better person.
Tonight is my last night on the road. Tomorrow, I will be in Tiller, OR which will be home until at least October. I miss my Dad, my family, my friends and my dog, but I am sure that this is what is supposed to be happening. Don’t be afraid to get out there and find that silence. Let it press into you and see what happens.