I take a solo excursion into the canyonlands with some water, some nuts, some berries.
The water runs out.
The nuts and berries run out.
My legs give out.
I sit down and lean against a rock.
I go through a list of good memories.
(I hear Art Pepper in my head.)
Vultures start in on my semi-desiccated remains.
Coyotes scare them off and get the rest of the soft parts.
My bones eventually crumble into dust.
I am completely OK with this.