Is yours far-away and exotic? Perhaps where you once went on a fabulous vacation?
Or is your favorite place just up the road? Somewhere you go to all the time, anytime you need to?
|My favorite place is a quick drive away (but it feels remote enough).|
|It's beautiful (but not so stunning that it makes it into all the guidebooks).|
|It's got the usual favorite elements-- water, trees, silence. Butterflies, bats, beavers too.|
You can also go there and be surrounded by trees and living things and enveloped by comforting, glowing warm redrock.
|This is what it looked like last spring|
|Green bursting forth|
|Then in early summer, when the green seemed to take over|
|And the mourning cloak caterpillars loved it too|
A favorite place must be versitile. Last winter, I liked to go here to run around on the rocks.
|Continuous rocks like a racecourse|
|I learned that rocks can feel soft and inviting. So another time I even got a permit so I could stay the night.|
Another time I was perched on top of the rim and a great blue heron flying above traced the arc of the canyon. Not one twinge to reach for the camera. It was just for my eyes only.
|Great blue heron time|
|Beaver dam, but the water always stayed still|
On a dark, mid-January day, I come back here and run around on the rocks for a while. Then I curl up in my favorite spot in the embrace of the slickrock and cry.
|The sun feels so far away|
So I lay on the rocks and feel the coolness of the earth supporting me. The La Sals are covered in clouds off in the distance and wonder if I will ever again climb their peaks. I run my fingers along the sleeping branches of a cottonwood, knowing that no matter what happens to me, that this canyon will wake up in a few months, that the leaves will expand, that the caterpillars will hatch from eggs and munch away. And it is comforting to know this place will be here no matter what.