HORSESHOE BEND

23 April 2018

a great black snake

in a cracked bed of red

We have both been keeping nature journals as we trip along these lands, and I love to look back on the memories written out in soft pencil…

This day’s entry says:

“We slept in a Walmart parking lot, rose early, and watched the sun rise over a bend in the canyon. The river is deep and black at dawn, the rock grows purple and red, and the sun paints the mountains behind, slowly casting a golden ribbon across the land. We watched arm in arm, poised on the edge. Spectacular and thrilling!”