59. Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey
the desert lies there like the bare skeleton of Being, spare, sparse, austere, utterly worthless, inviting not love but contemplation."
"“In the desert,” wrote Balzac, somewhere, “there is all and there is nothing. God is there and man is not.”"
This is a book I never would have picked up, but he writes well. He has a few political "rants," but I did not mind.
It was also very interesting to read this book at the same time I was reading Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee because he talks about the different Native Americans in the area.