road trip: the north rim

...if you're lost, you can look and you will find me

All the times I’ve been here—the midpoint on a 47-mile trek—and never enough time to savor the moments. This time, it’s different. This time, I have time.

Now, time is boundless. Dinner at the lodge: trout seared in herb butter. Through the chink in the cabin door, moonbeams capture my dreams. Time to write; to throw open the windows and let in the violet sunrise; to feel a slice of solitude. Time for a coconut latte at the Saloon; for the wind’s whispers in the aspen; for new trails. Each footstep the soft landing toward a new perspective.

moonrise, sunrise, new trails, new views