|near Upper Lake Mary, AZ - Oct 2010 - K.L.H. Tanoue|
Autumn had just turned the green grass golden when we tramped up north for a weekend at the old elk hunt camp. The blinking bars of radio frequency fell away behind the mountains as we settled under the twisted pines and fashioned a fire for food and festivities. The smoke curled up overhead as we swapped stories and watched the stars chase the sun out of the sky. We settled in for the night and soaked in the wondrous warmth of the liminal spaces far from home.