An Anecdote: The Day a Side Canyon Spoke
A subtle cairn marked a faint path along a sandstone wall. Curiosity tugged. Ten careful minutes later, the hush of a hidden cascade softened the day’s heat. I kept distance from delicate moss, savoring mist and shade without leaving footprints.
An Anecdote: The Day a Side Canyon Spoke
I ate slowly on sun-warmed rock, watching tiny lizards bob and dart among juniper shadows. No crowds, only wind and water. I sketched the curve of the alcove, promising to return with the same respect that earned me this quiet hour.