Staring up into those deep brown globular eyes
I suddenly realize that we are family.
Come drink with me, a little water cooler rendezvous.
Leave your weapons at the door,
No guns, no clubs.
It's just a drink, no expectations.
You say my guard is up, how can we talk?
I say how can I put it down, I have millennia of dominion to account for.
My guard has become much to heavy to put down,
I am sorry we had to meet like this.
Walking away I smell the sickening stench of the status quo
wafting through the canyon.
Narnia - Well that was deep mom, I guess that makes it a good canyon poem.
Catherine - Do not feed the animals! Signs are posted everywhere and then we drive up to the sani-station and there is Camping Santa Claus giving water to the Elk. What do we do? We wait your turn and let the elk spit flow.
When I am impatient I often have to remind myself “we have a year” and allow time to travel at its own varying pace.
Catherine - Mother Nature is amazing. As we enter the Grand Canyon I can only feel excitement to view this bucket list natural wonder of the world. As we drive in to camp at Matthers campsite, we are surrounded by forest and it is dark out. Viewing will have to wait until tomorrow.
The next morning we pack our lunch and get out our electric bikes. Biking is a great way to see the Grand Canyon as you are allowed to travel on the bus only roads. As we are visiting in November there are not many people which makes viewing and taking photos very easy, but does make biking a little bit chilly.
We bike through the woods and suddenly there she is, in all her glory. A deep, red hued gorge, full of colour, cracks, crevices and other bumps and bruises that time and erosion has brought to her.
Catherine - We left Narnia in the Moho with the screen door closed and all I could hear was “I want to come!” so I went back and got her. She really wanted to hike this mountain and there was no stopping her.
We are all pulled to different parts of the earth in different ways. To me a wet, west coast forest is deeply spiritual. To Kathryn she is drawn to rivers. To Narnia, it was Marble Canyon. She hiked up that mountain in a very determined, strong-willed way. Kathryn and I quickly realized this was her hike, not our hike. We were just two Sherpa alongside the hiker. Our job – watching for coyotes, ring tale cats, rattlesnakes and other dangers our 15 year old city cat knows nothing about.
What a great day!