I’m back from two weeks exploring canyons in the American West. Now I need a vacation to rest up from my vacation! As I work my way back into the daily routine, I hope you enjoy a few photos and some canyon-inspired haiku.
parched earth, dry with dust
the white sun bakes a blue sky
a spring desert blooms
arid land fractured
by a river’s slow wander
through five billion years
golden canyons cleave
ancient swirls of earth revealed
smoothed by the winds’ breath
spring cold and waist deep
rivers lead around the bend
carved canyons beckon
uplift of the land
seas recede, plates in motion
beauty wrought by time
I also read 11 amazing books and will share my reviews shortly.
During the last two weeks of June, my husband and I took our first vacation in nearly a decade and headed to Yosemite National Park. It’s a wonderous place of waterfalls, huge trees, and giant rocks. I hiked and read books and was mistaken for a forest ranger. How did that happen, you might ask.
I was wondering why tourists approached me numerous times over two days, asking for information on trails, directions to the parking lot, and Band-Aids for blisters. Despite being my first time at Yosemite, I was able to answer their questions, show them the trail to follow on my map, and distribute first aid.
It wasn’t until my husband and I browsed our photos that the reason became clear…..
Giant trees. I’m standing beneath one that was hollowed through the center by fire:
This tree is named Old Grizzly, estimated at 2900 years old:
The closest thing we saw to a bear. So scary!:
Sunset on Half-Dome :
Rocks and rocks and more rocks:
Vacations are wonderful, but it’s nice to come home.