Path To Insanity

Every now and again I think of adopting a burro and roaming the once beautiful land now so ruined by the USFS until I keel over and expire someplace no one will find my remains. I'm not sure why this occurs to me as something to do. Maybe watching the land heal would help me appreciate it again. Maybe documenting it all would help me accept the inevitability of destruction's ever-present effects. It would almost surely be a path to insanity.

It won't heal much before I do expire, so it's doubtful it would be very therapeutic to do that. There's no point in ever expecting to return and live there again now that ground water has been thoroughly contaminated with heavy metals the wildfire fighters dumped all over the place. Best to stay on course here on the new parcel rebuilding for the next phase of this life.