I peer out the window over our bed to watch the sun rise.
I’d like to go outside to our personal look-out ledge to view the canyon, but I don’t want to disturb the canine sleepyheads. Gee, all the excitement of a new camp wiped them out. I let them rest a few minutes longer. Finally Bridget and Spike wake up and stagger outside.
I sit in our outdoor room and drink my morning coffee.
No one is here at Canyon View Campground at the Navajo National Monument. Just me and my crew.
The couple who camped here overnight in the Class C left early this morning. (The trouble with Class C people, when they leave you can’t always tell whether they’ll be back or not, as their home has to go with them.)
I let Bridget and Spike enjoy no-leash freedom.
Yes, I know, dogs are supposed to be on-leash here. “If a tree falls in the middle of a forest, but no one is around to hear it fall, does it make a sound?” Well, if a rule is broken and no one is around to complain, does it matter? So there.
We nose around the empty campsites.
Almost all the campsites have easy access to the canyon view a few steps from the barbeque grill.
I change my plan to photograph the canyon this morning. The canyon is east of us and in shadow.
The picnic tables may need a fresh coat of paint and the grills are a bit rusty, but natural beauty prevails.
This campsite is an easy pull-through.
Bridget and Spike walk nicely together this morning. The campground has numerous paths through the cedars, and the red-sand ground is soft for paws.
Spike is a good boy and doesn’t perform his usual disappearing act.
Could it be this place has a calming effect? We are very reverential this morning.
Spike pauses while Bridget sniffs around the sage.
Every day should begin this peacefully, drifting in and out of sun and shade . . .
Living in the moment . . .
Bridget leads the way back to our campsite.
We’re home! Another day has been welcomed.
By afternoon the wind is strong and gusty.
Therefore, in order to protect my camera, I postpone taking photos of the canyon. I sit in my camp chair with my field guide to western trees and tentatively identify the pretty evergreens around our camp as Utah cedars.
When my hat blows off for the second time, I go inside. Bridget and Spike follow, get in bed, and promptly drop into slumber. I, on the other hand, gather up April receipts and set to work. I’m pleased to announce that . . .
The April financial page is done.
Time to eat! With my Utah Benchmark atlas in my lap, I research adventures for May online while munching a cheese sandwich, shared with Bridget and Spike, of course.
Gee, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It doesn’t get any better than this.
NOTE: Canyon photos tomorrow!