Antelope canyon is where the walk went over BLM land and the wilderness area. Pristine, high-country land under a morning cloud cover, land filled with pinion pine, dried out trees trying to sprout new leaves after the first few rains, confident in their future. The three Antelope springs surprise with reeds and cattails at a 4500 feet beautiful, easy hike in a special place. Itchyfoot and Ingrid checked out the trail, cleared the path, planned on future maintenance and along the 4 X4 ride up to the starting point, picked up all the cans. People, just don’t litter. Mother Nature doesn’t like that, remember it is the earth that supports us.
The clouds stayed, the sun burning hot behind them. The promise of rain and a cool night unkept, muggy heat in a dry, thirsty desert matches my thoughts of packing and leaving in a just a few days. The things we carry between continents amaze me: books and blanket. Wisdom and warmth – or so one hopes.
ps: I got good illustrative pictures the dial up connecton is however extremely slow. Maybe more pictures later.
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