I’m snacking on raspberries, cherries, yogurt, and coffee, and wishing I were back on the West Rim reading a book. Hot as it is, I did make a point of wandering by the river (barefoot) just to get outside. It’s too easy to slug about in the air conditioning, and now that I’ve returned to it I’m a useless (read as: bread-baking, cloth-sewing, cheese-making, house-cleaning) lump. In other words, things could be worse.
Forest fire residue on the West Rim; Zion National Park, 2012.