All of creation is an invitation,
A holy calling to our final embarkation.
An invitation to the encounter of true adventure.
An invitation to the discovery of love’s surrender.
All of creation is an invitation, a sacred journey to our utmost destination.
As much as I really wanted to continue hiking, the boys insisted we head back to the hotel for some rest. It was the middle of the afternoon and the heat at its peak so it was as good as time as any to head indoors. And as I predicted, as much as those kids protested and complained about how tired they were on the hike, they went into lucha libre mode in the hotel room wrestling and jumping around like jack rabbits. To stop the madness and to allow my husband some rest time, we got the kids into their swimming suits and headed to the pool. I drew the short straw and did laundry. At least the laundry room was next to the pool so that I could sit and watch them while waiting for the clothes to dry.
I’m not going to lie. I was itching to get another hike in before the day ended. My husband knows me well and knew what I was thinking. I had devised a plan to head out before the twilight hour and hike well into dusk. If the boys were too tired I would go alone and they could stay back to enjoy down time or relax at the pool. I was totally cool with going alone, but my beloved wouldn’t hear of it. He affectionately calls me the energizer bunny, but I think to him it’s both a curse and a blessing. I keep going because well, if not now, when? Here we are in this sacred place surrounded by so much natural beauty to explore. Let’s get out there and create memorable adventures. It took me over 40 years to get to here, so who knows how long it will be before I return. It’s a big world out there!
Hiking shoes back on, backpacks filled with water and a stop at Ruby’s (ugh) for a quick meal before heading back into the canyon. Yay!
The sky was stunning. The light perfect. There was a slight chill in the air. We couldn’t ask for better weather.
You could see how the light shifted over the canyon as the sun came down and once again colored the canyon with all different hues of oranges and yellows. So grateful that this morning I greeted the day watching the sun come up over Bryce, and now I had the privilege of ending a spectacular day watching the sun go down.
We were drawn back to the Navajo Trail. Because it was late in the day, there were no crowds to contend with and we almost had the place all to ourselves.
Getting lower and lower into the canyon. That feeling of being in another world washed over me again.
Did I mention that Bryce was having their annual astronomy festival? I unpacked my tripod and took my first stab at taking pictures of the night sky. I had never seen stars like this. These aren’t the best images, but like I said it was my first attempt. We drove back into Bryce and parked at sunrise point. It was eerily dark. Pitch black actually. The kids were completely freaked out about not being able to see one foot in front of them. Our flashlights helped light the way to edge of the canyon where I set up. The star-speckled sky was mesmerizing.