We're Out Looking for Astronauts, Looking for Astronauts.

Night Moves.

I Know, What I Know. I Know.

We're out of the desert now. Moab, Utah. Arches National Park.

And I've Got No Right to Take my Place in the Human Race.

Zion. Part Two.
Hiked the summit of a rock called Angels Landing.
You're on a cliff face navigating ledges 3 ft wide,
with nothing but a janky chain between you and
a 2000 ft plummet to your Virgin River death below.

I Must Obey the Inscrutable Exhortations of my Soul.

Zion National Park, Utah. Part One.
Hiked the Virgin River narrows.
Forty degree water up to your belly button.
A man from Israel saved me from hypothermia 2.5 miles in
by lending me his thermal jacket.
If you don't come here in your lifetime, you're basically blowing it.