By Jennifer Welch When I awoke that morning, I had an unsettled feeling. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I had been unsure as to how things would turn out, or if they would even turn out at all. And that’s when I decided, at the end of my 48-hour shift on the south end of the county, to hop in my truck and make way for Phoenix, Arizona. Alone. I was headed somewhere I had never been, to meet someone I had never met, to pick up two burros somewhere in the middle of wild and wilder.…