Bryce Canyon

I'm sitting under pine trees at the campground, bright sun filtering through the fine green branches. After breakfast we'll head into the park for a day's pleasure on the trails of Bryce Canyon. I already know I'll cover less distance than the rest of the family. At this altitude breathing is a little harder--but it's glorious.

Sunday we camped at Glenwood Springs, Colorado. We swam in the hot mineral springs and enjoyed the Colorado River which tumbled past a mere 50 feet from our campsite. "The song of the rapids calling us to tomorrow" is a line from the 1974 slide & sound show we created after our week-long raft trip on the Colorado through the Grand Canyon.

Monday's drive was hard on the van (and driver), carrying a heavy camper up very steep inclines. We drove through the Escalante National Monument, viewing expanses of "carved" rock impossible to describe. We stopped at Fruita, Utah, an area settled by Mormon pioneers in the 1800s. We saw petroglyphs carved by the Indians who lived there more than a thousand years ago. Fruit orchards still thrive, and we got there at the start of the apricot harvest. The deal is that whatever you eat on site is free. The fruit you take with you costs only 50 cents a pound. We'll be eating them for several days. Yum. (Chuck and I had discovered that place six years ago, and really wanted to share the experience.)

Tomorrow we head for Zion National Park, where more hikes are calling the McGraths. Whenever we can find internet access, I'll keep in touch.

Yesterday's verses:
Those who live at the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your wonders.
From where the sun rises to where it sets, You inspire shouts of joy.

Love,
Carol