The desert... Rocks and sand

So the road from Price to Moab, is the busy Highway 191.
I started the day early to get the max out of the morning part, coolest moment and nicest to cycle, after noon it gets very very hot. What to say about the desert, the rocks... Few bushes around... The mountains on the horizon? Everything looks far in the desert, and yes, I look miserable, is very very hot, and dusty, and there is no sign of shade for miles and miles... Easily 70 miles or more... Make it in kilometers it will be 100km?
I did cycle from Price direction Moab for 130 km before getting a chance to see a gas station, where to buy some water, chocolate, vitaminewater...

Miserable, maybe yes, but really happy!
The bicycle holds good all the kilometers, and the warm weather, I have some more troubles, to cool my self down.
Going straight for so long, you will be more than bored, I thought. I was almost right, actually the mind is free to think. I started to do calculations to convert miles in kilometers, I thought to be one eagle, each breath was a flap of the wings, I saw the desert from above, or imagine it, I thought about right words...

Right words to use on the blog, than I forgot what I was thinking... I was thinking about home, back in Ticino, the lake, the rivers, when I used to go with my friends in Valle Maggia, crystalline, pristine, clear water coming from the Swiss Italian Alps, we used to climb rocks and jump in to the big basin created by the river... I miss water allot, I feel hot, my body is really warm... Some days I have to wear long trousers and long sleeves t-shirt to avoid getting burnt by the strong sun.

And the night, the stars filled my unbelievable vision.
Sleeping is hard, to many kilometers, I keep waking up, every now and than, I decide than to make a profitable white night... If it is wasted, because I can not sleep, than we going to wasted it good! Camera and tripod, and time.

(With such incredible sights, Ompom disciple of Milarepa, continued the road taken by the vehicle Pippo)

To Dream, or to see, what is the final purpose of perception. "That every piece of this Universe can be seen and interact with others? Stone with the wind, sun with my skin, earth with the sky, the chicken and the worm, who talks and who listen"...

Desert make's me stranger than I'm...