We made an escape last week from the Colorado mountains to the Utah desert - and we were completely unplugged from the outside world. It was a long drive to get to the desert (for my spine, anything more than 45 minutes is long!) but it was worth it. We pulled off the highway to camp at the mouth of a desert canyon replete with pictographs and towering sculpted walls of rock.
Upon our arrival, we had barely missed sunset but we were just in time for moonset. It was the day after the New Moon, and a tiny sliver was illuminated. And, the rest of the moon was visible too. I'm not sure why but it was exquisitely beautiful.
We had a glorious time in the desert. Shyla and I enjoyed sunny and warm mountain bike rides through terrain that bore no resemblance to our mountain trails.
I love that we still visit some of the same places where we have gone with previous generations of dogs, including Angel K. It reminds me of the links that tie us to the previous generations of our little pack.
Most importantly, it reminds me to live in the moment, sharing our love with our current generation, because time passes far too quickly to waste a moment. On this trip, I felt like Shyla and I had become a true team, a pair of best friends who love playing together, especially mountain biking. My heart swelled with love for her.