rest in the arms of the great wide-open

Inside my gate, a thousand sages do not know me. The beauty of my garden is invisible. Why should one search for the footprints of the patriarchs? I go to the marketplace with my wine bottle and return home with my staff. I visit the wine-shop and the market, and everyone I look upon becomes enlightened.

of the Virgin River in Zion National Park. The ‘trail’ is really the river, and in many places the canyon walls go straight up for 2000 feet. 16 miles total, with one night camping in the middle.

This photo is from the NPS website.