I love the desert when I’m there, but I soon enough miss the mountains. When I’m in the mountains, I soon miss the desert, and so repeats my life of travel and on and on I go, back and forth across the country, up and down elevation, always a pulling at my heart to keep moving. Run away, long to return, run away. This is why I chose the name Lost.
This treasury features a photo of mine from Animas Forks, Colorado. An abandoned cabin in a mining town at 11,000 feet in the rocky mountains. It’s only accessible part of the year but always beautiful. The high elevation gives way to beautiful alpine wildflowers and pine trees.