High desert for miles around. A highway cuts through it from horizon to horizon with a town every 100 miles or so. To some, it seems desolate. To others, it is beautiful like no other place. Storms to the rear have already doused the earth with a cleansing rain, and the sweet smell of wet sage brush fills the air to be taken in and savored. It is the lonely road, the loneliest highway that exposes you to this beauty.
The highway disappears over the horizon in the desert. Someone built this highway, but there are no houses along its path. No other vehicles are visible, nor have been for some time.
Mountains in the distance. Sagebrush and cactus along the road. A summer thunderstorm refreshes the earth to the west. The rains wash off the dust and release the aroma of the desert.
The solitude is magnified, magnificent and spiritual. Not only am I traveling alone. I am alone on the highway filled with euphoria. My peace and well-being conjoins with the smallness of my existence.