Wending our way northward on highway 261, we camped a short distance down Snow Flat Road. In the morning Roxanne noticed a number of cicadas had crawled up the sides of the tires and were emerging from their shells.
In my early childhood in Japan, a lifeguard at the nearby pool used to fish them out and save them for me. I kept them a few days before letting them go. They are one of my spirit animals.
