I sit in camp sipping café con leche, made from my one-cup drip cone. Scents of juniper, sage and pinion permeate the air. Ominous dark clouds, whiffs of rain and far off thunder fill the landscape to the north, ghost rain in the west.

Camp neighbors hustle to pack up tents and belongings before the approaching storm, pile in their vehicles and scurry off to their next destination. I sit sipping café con leche, feeling the cool nearness of rain, pondering the day.