“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” Soren Kierkegaard
I’ve been thinking about the four primary foci of our road trip adventure: living on the edge at the Grand Canyon, being nourished by the music of the Virgin River at Zion Canyon, testing our physical endurance by hiking from rim to floor and back again among the hoodoos, fins, and spires of the natural amphitheatres of Bryce, and soaring on a spiritual glide path in the transcendent music of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra with 4,000 other souls in Salt Lake City before turning southeasterly toward Longleaf Preserve, home, our own soft woodlands.
There is much yet to unpack from this journey, but I find it ripens in its own good time. The rest of tonight is for deep breathing in tune with the rolling thunder that brings to mind the Hall of the Mountain King.
Here, then, a few images from Zion, for dreaming.
Sweet dreams, all y’all.