After a light breakfast I set out to see what the canyon behind my camp had to offer up to the photography gods. A short hike brought me to the first of many Puebloan Indian ruins. Two of these were very photogenic and I was able to make several good images. After getting what I thought I would need with my camera, I took a few moments to admire the canyon. Totally alone, and sitting where the Ancient Ones once sat over a thousand years ago, was a very calming and satisfying experience. I knew that this was not just a photographic opportunity, but something much deeper.
On the way back to camp I was feeling very satisfied with my mornings work when I looked down just in time to sidestep a large rattlesnake warming itself on the 'slickrock'. Yeow, that was a close call and brought me back to the reality that I was, in fact, in a wild place and further reminded me that I had seen several fresh mountain lion prints on the canyon floor on the way in. 'Nothing like the 'hint of danger' to put a fresh edge on the senses. Life was very good on Cedar Mesa!
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