The Delamar Mountains Wilderness reminded him of his uncle in Spokane.
He figured his uncle would have felt at home in these mountains.
Just off Kane Springs Road, he pulled over and got out of the truck. He unfolded his faded red beach chair and pulled a bottle of Coors Banquet out of the cooler.
There were plenty more bottles more left and the ice was holding up well.
Off to the east he spotted a pair of hawks circling.
At first, he thought they might have been Northern Goshawks.
It was tough to tell. What seemed like dark gray spots on their silvery breasts may have been the dry light tricking him.
Then he realized there was no way they could have been Goshawks. Goshawks preferred forests and there weren’t any trees around to speak of.
There wasn’t much of anything and out in The Delamar Mountains Wilderness that suited him fine.
