Just returned from a most lovely and amazing 3 day pack trip to Little Cathedral. We drove the 10 ton full of horses down Horse Canyon to our trailhead. Not without getting bogged down in sand or mud or boulders and pulling out the shovels and everyone heave hoeing a bit to get us unstuck. Alas, we made it (almost) to the trailhead and unloaded. The great thing about pack trips is that you can eat like kings since you aren't worried at all about how much weight is on your back in particular. So, we drank up some cold raw milk from the cooler and made fatty sandwiches with Sue's amazing homemade bread slathered with cream cheese, garden pesto, heirloom tomatoes, cheddar cheese, and fresh cucumbers to make one of the most delicious sandwiches I had ever eaten... At least that day. That kind of food is very typical around here, and my greatest fear of working here is that I will be such a fresh garden foodie by the time I leave that I won't survive in the real world. It is a valid fear, I do believe.
We loaded up the 4 horses and began our adventure! Actually, the drive was quite adventurous. With way, down Horse Canyon and all the way to Escalante River. It really is pointless to try and describe such an area of beauty and loveliness. So I won't.
We went to Little Cathedral and camped there for the night.
I kept thinking about how much I would love for everyone I know to be able to experience something so magical and wonderful. It would make our world a perfect place, really.
The people and the wild and the horses. That's all I need to live on. And fresh Pesto and Sue's bread of course.
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