I was on the shuttle in Zion National Park. Many of my fellow passengers were decked out for a day of serious hiking. When the shuttle stopped, zoom, they were out the door, hustling to the trail with purpose and urgency.
Me? I stepped off, paused, looked around. The cliffs and peaks, the play of light, the contrast of bright green cottonwood leaves against orange stone and blue sky... I breathed the cool morning air, noting the variety of scents. Then I set off, at my own pace, in my own direction. First a visit to Weeping Rock.
My walk was peaceful. No crowds, no agenda. Just savor the day.
Then, because the conditions were right, I returned to that cliffside campsite that was too muddy before.