“Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”
― Edward Abbey
Nothing is more strange, more beautiful, more full of wonder than Rochelle. When you come to her forks, turn neither to the right, nor to the left. Rejoice in her loveliness, her beauty, taste the nectar of her flower and slowly savor it. Enter into her and she will magically transport you to another dimension. Journey with her as her lips touch yours. Rochelle will draw you in, and you will slowly spin in a whirlpool, and never want to stop.