BLM Dispatch #3 - Elkhorn Ridge Wilderness
I’ve been thinking a lot about those landscapes we visit and never return to again.
The beautiful places and experiences that leave an indelible mark on us — a weekend of quiet, a friendship deepened, an unexpected run-in with flora and fauna. The places where we tested our fortitude on a long-distance hike, cast a fishing line, or sat around a campfire with a good drink and easy laughter. The places where we found connection — not just to the people we traveled with, but to the place itself.
And then we drive away, the landscape fading in the rearview mirror, and somehow, for whatever reason, we never return.
How do we hold space for these memories?
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