The cabin is in a bowl of red rimrock at the eastern end of Cave Valley, high in the Zion Canyon Mountains, right under Tabernacle Dome, at 6000 feet.
The floor of the Valley to the North, well watered, ripples green with rye grass. On the Eastern side, sheltered under the warm stone, the valley is fragrant sage and yucca desert, coursed by washes from the hills. You can see fantastic rock formations in every direction.
This was a personal journey. If you are lucky, what you bring to such a place and what you find in that place will gleam together like two crystals in a niche in the rock, and cast a glow on the rest of your life. I will always carry with me what I found in Zion, and I will go back again.
It's hard to talk about, hard to describe. I can share these images, though.......
You have to make your own trails through the sage, cross and follow a dry white-sand wash leading up to the rock faces, or to a cool cave. Walk in the high blue air under the sun. Lean in the shade against the craggy bark of a ponderosa. Watch. Listen. Learn.
The valley had a lot of rain this year. Bring a flower guidebook, pick out fifteen wildflowers, and see a few more you can't find in the book. Press them and their faint fragrance into your mind, against the winter.
Light the oil lamps as the night folds in, and dream until the morning.
In Zion...
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