San Carlos Mountains
Last Sunday was Lost Sunday, not lost in we didn’t know where we were, lost in we didn’t know how to get to where we wanted to go. The route was chosen but due to circumstances it was taken in reverse. Like a salmon swimming upstream there are more choices to make and each can be a wrong turn leading to . . . There was a whole lot of nothing out there. No cars, no other human beings, no planes flying overhead and no cell service whatsoever.
