Several years ago, I wrote a story about hiking in the Narrows of Zion, a profound experience. On this particular trip I was fortunate enough to have the hike all to myself in the wee hours of a warm May morning. It was a rich experience to be in a place of such intense beauty. At times, I'm bathed in the soft canyon bounce light and entranced by the sounds of the Virgin River rambling through my legs.
The echos of the canyon wrens keep me company.