Cliff Shelf || 0.5 miles
the trail rose 200 feet, up into sandstone peaks that triangled up to the white sky. it faded to the color of dusty blue felt later.
we hiked on a thick, humid morning. we visited a few trail heads, but this was our first. we mostly shot photos and stopped to put our hands on our hips and breathe deep the view that wandered down into the wild valley below.
dad wore a tee with cut off sleeves. abbie was a nautica model. i can't remember what i was wearing.
later we went back with mom and watched a great pink moon roll up over a lavender blue horizon like a sleepy wagon wheel. there was a deer munching in the brush below the summit. black birds couldn't decide where to land.
taillights were hazy red on the ride home. my limbs were heavy and happy tired. my parents talked and we pulled over to watch the sunset through the windshield. kayaks were strapped to our roof in the middle of the desert. abbie aimed her lens like a machine gun at a goat silhouetted on a peak.
i watched as she shot it. and breathed in and out air that was rich with something I don't know how to describe.
THANKSGIVING IS THIS THURSDAY. I AM SO EXCITED.
so thankful for all you guys.
you all are beautiful harmonies in this world.
you make me smile and my heart hum with each of your comments
and whenever i read your blogs.
xx || kate