The Deserts

Its a strange feeling riding across deserts.Especially all alone and knowing someone is watching you.Vultures, they would follow me all day. I would swear at them throw rocks but they liked it even more as I seemed afraid. If I layed in the shade and they would land all around me and slowly move closer.They would circle above as they do when there is dead prey, or just land ahead on a cactus and would just give a deathly glare as I rode by. I knew full well that they are just waiting for this Canadian to die in their harsh environment, so they can eat me. Unfortunately for them they followed the wrong guy!