Who might you meet up with camping alone in the high Sierras?

The orchard embraces me; row after row of sturdy trees march down the hill to every side.

"I will bring her the memory, the one that comes to her every fall, the one she can’t quite place."

On camping alone: "I have longed to return to this spot - a remote ridge with a view of forever – yet here I am, paralyzed with fear."

"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose…"