Monday, September 24, 2012

Sometimes Plan B is Plan A

No one could've tried harder to find access to a remote creek we hoped to fish. We drove the backwoods near Bryce Canyon for hours.

The locals couldn't give us directions.

No one home to ask.

Hello Plan B

Pretty country, pretty drive, never saw another soul, never found "Creek A", but we found what we were looking for....

Winding down.... A cozy spot for some R&R with novel cell service 2 days in a row. There were teasing rainbows which we humored until our license expired.

From the deck of friends' cabin in the high country, we ease our way into the harsh reality that our trip is coming to an end. But what a trip!

© Marian Tallon, September, 2012