America Will Change When You Change

From on top of Argentina Peak in the White Mountain Wilderness, I gaze into an endless horizon. Mountain ranges stack in hazy, indigo bands. A white fog emerges where wind kicks up the gypsum powder of White Sands, fifty miles away. Below, in the desert, a black scar divides the plain.

I can just make out the little island where I’m camped in the Valley of Fires Recreation Area. A patch of beige…