["Desert Solitaire"]

I think this is a book I'll want to pick up again. Edward Abbey writes beautiful descriptions that put me to sleep (in a nice way.)

• I drove .. into the night. Glimpses of weird humps of pale rock on either side, like petrified elephants, dinosaurs, stone-age hobgoblins. {Much like our night drive to Mammoth Hot Springs.}
• .. through the beams of my lights, raising puffs of dust which the wind, moving faster than my pickup truck, caught and carried ahead of me out of sight into the dark.
• I put on a coat and step outside. Into the center of the world, God's navel, Abbey's country, the red wasteland.
• ... watch the sky and the desert dissolve slowly into mystery under the chemistry of twilight.
• .. build a little squaw fire, for company
• Stars which are unusually bold and close, with an icy glitter in their light while the fine dust forms neat little windrows under the edge of the door
• I'm a humanist; I'd rather kill a man than a snake.
• On the crest of the dune is a curving cornice from which flies a constant spray of fine sand. {Snow dunes do the same.}
• dark boughs bedecked with a rash