As the morning brightens, I set up the tripod on the deck and plop down beside it with my laptop. Time to write some letters while I watch and wait. Lane fetches pastries and hot chocolate from the lodge. We eat while the sunlight begins its slow descent down the mountainside. Life is good.
But time is moving on and soon we are back on the shuttle – almost by ourselves. (Where is everyone on such a lovely morning?)
We admire and ponder the Court of the Patriarchs (Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and. . . Moroni ?!?). The light is beautiful. Everything is beautiful. The solitude is lovely. It is so wonderful.
From the parking lot I can see a large indentation in the canyon wall. That must be the cave. At least it isn’t a very long hike. . .
We start up the trail just behind a small group, but I have the camera on a tripod (it’s still dark down in this part of the canyon), so I dawdle, stopping to take various and sundry pictures along the way.
And what a place to be alone! It is awesome, with water gently raining from the rock face, providing life to the exuberant hanging gardens. The gardens frame a large dry cave that lies below and behind the sheer curtain of falling water.
Our next stop is at the Big Bend area, where the canyon opens up to allow longer views.