Everyone has heard of the Grand Canyon. This is God’s smaller, just as impressive, more compact miracle. The Black Canyon is only 20 minutes from my house. Practically in my back yard. I love going there. Especially in the morning, when all is quiet, except for an occasional bird calling, or the tourists show up with their loud motorcycles and speeding cars. The pictures do not give justice to the dizzying depths. There are places, where the sun has never, ever touched the rocks. Rock formation that are over one Billion years old. Makes one feel insignificant before such wonders. How lucky am I to live so close and get to go any time I want? VERY lucky, indeed.
Sunday morning when I went on a 3-hour hike to prepare for the Camino, I met this doe. It did not move, just stood at attention, watching me. It did make some low sounds, almost like growling. I wonder if there was a fawn in the underbrush?
The Gunnison river is below. One can hear it rushing and thundering.
I love that place …one time my dad, step mom and friends we stayed at the bottom and camped by the river was so cool. Have a great hike! Although one of my greatest moments was the Grand Canyon…I cried..I know may be silly but I did I couldn’t speak, we were there at sunset and it was amazing. I am sure your trip will be the same! Love you Inge!