I am Tahasi Massk
Today we continued our unscripted trip. Driving out over rugged landscapes. Or venturing even further on foot. Finding new trails tracing the thundering river. Scrambling over rough stone of ocher and tan. Searching for stones of deeper red, and gold. The afternoon heat baking our bare skin. We wound our way to the top of a cliff to see a storm roll in. And from that height, we watched the sun paint the clouds all the shades we saw in stone throughout the day. And more.