He leads me down a dirt path toward rushing waves. The soft ground moves under my feet. His hand holds mine as the echoes of the wind rushing through desert branches create paths in my memory. The concave cliff shows veins where water rushed through their cracks shaping them to the every changing face of the ocean.
One weekend we decided to travel to Las Vegas, Nevada for a reggae concert. On the way home we drove through Red Rock National Conservation Area. It forms a large loop that wraps back around to the main highway, but for 30 minutes you drive through beautiful desert land. The mountains cradle the small valley