Joan and I changed our plans because our usual March haunts were already pushing 90°F.
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So we headed higher to places we usually visit in May.
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Blooming paintbrush, greening plants, and the lack of snow on the 11,000+ foot peaks in the distance made me wonder what the coming fire season might bring.
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Flowing streams, ancestral images, and the calls of towhees and wrens along the canyon walls gave us some calm.
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We settled into the evening with our usual hot drinks, chocolate, and a splash of something.
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The quiet and stillness of canyon country, even a bit early for the season, brought a deep satisfaction we do not get elsewhere.
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And sometimes that’s all you need.
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