July 21,
I’m doing just what I envisioned. I’m sitting in the Virgin River. There is not a soul, other than Curly in sight. I’ve seen three lizards, a number of squirrels and a hawk? Watchman is to my right and a beehive to my left. If you’ve been to Zion, you know what I mean. A beehive is a kind of white mountain. Ahead of me are red rock walls with incredible natural carvings. I thought for a moment this is what Petra must look like. The sky is blue, blue with puffy white colds. It is probably 100. The skin fires in the sun. I am under a tree for shade and my tush and legs are in the water at the river’s edge. The water is milk chocolate brown today. Someone said it is because of rain yesterday. When I drove in yesterday afternoon it was clear. I used to relish my skin cooking, not any more. Cooled off enough to sleep.
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It sound like you are having a great trip. There was snow and it was very cold when John and I were in Bryce in April a few years ago. Interesting how fast the river can change colors!
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