I don’t go out much any more. I just get discouraged when I do. Instead, I choose to spend my time in solitude on a mountain top where I an watch Mother Nature host the greatest show on earth — the sunrise, the sunset, the trees dancing to the breezes that catch her leaves, all the while playing the symphony of our universe.

Sometimes, I have to. What used to be a peaceful drive down to the highway has become a challenge. I expect those on the weekend, but on a Tuesday morning? I don’t expect that, yet there it was.

I saw a smaller or lesser version of what I had seen on Muster Saturday. Cars, tents, campers set up all off the road, damaging the fields, the plants, the flowers…again….not to mention driving onto dry grass, risking staring a fire.

Further on down the road I encountered my first traffic jam. One of those cheap new Land Rovers came fact-to-face with me on a narrow part of the road, and there was a while Tacoma behind me. I am stuck in the middle and at the mercy of whoever blinks first. It was the Rover. He backed up. I have learned a lot about a driver by how he or she backs up on this narrow, steep, windy road. This one wasn’t bad. He or she had to back up a considerable distance to let me and the otherTacoma by.

I stayed in front. The Tacoma didn’t crowd me, which was good. I came upon a doe leading her two fawns down the road. I gave her plenty of space, as I did not want to spook any of them, causing the doe and her fawns to be separated. The Tacoma had no choice but to slow to the crawl pace I set as I watched the family make its way down the road. I watched them until all three of them, together as a unit, left the road. Then, and only then. did I stop crawling. The traffic jam was over and I could proceed at a more normal pace. A doe and her twins were admired and honored. We are all only guests here.