As the sun went down, the houses built over the hill sides slowly started lighting up and looked like dots of yellow light as people prepared for the night. Once the sun went down, the general activity of a town comes down very rapidly and a quietness falls over the mountains...all you hear is the hush of wind, punctuated by car horns as somewhere a lone Jeep or a car making its way back home.
Shades of cold winds sweep the valley and town. Tightening the collar of my warm jacket I eased the clutch of the Jeep and with a cloud of loose dust off the hills, the car reached us back to base.
Trip first published on The Voyager