We hiked around an old favorite of mine. I think the first time I did parts of the trail today was thirty-three years ago. We walked across the paths and passages of first dates, first time camping – so many memories.
We sat on the point over the south buttress and watched a mature eagle circling the currents of air with it’s yearling child. A small hawk (Kestral?) visited as well. The beverage from the red bottle was especially sweet, as were the memories and the views…
The Moats from the top
Granite Highway
Slab side on Bryce
Old Friend
The rain, on it’s way
Watching wings
