with our intentions focused upon self-reflection, it was with introspection that we loaded the intrepid (it's really the best way to describe the mini-van who successfully saw us through jackass benches in utah) and headed away from the city to realign our planetary belts and dip our toes in the healing waters of the gila river. plunging the deep, clear, and smooth-bottomed pools along the jutting edges of the canyons, we felt reinvigorated and alive and filled with gratitude toward all of the abundance in our lives. our current 'city life' predicament is precarious and difficult as we keep our faith and focus on the move to the farm, so this short escape through caves and wildlife and campire was well deserved and served a special purpose in the 'present.' to being present. list of animals we encountered and directly held back-country conversations with:
eagle
blue heron
wild turkey (and her babies)
irridescent frog
gila trout (giant)
we did not come upon a single snake, but friends we met about 5 miles up trail 155 beyond turkey creek said they had seen several vipers and a 3 1/2 foot long rattler. huila, our hairy companion, was covered in burrs and chased lizards endlessly. we lay under the stars and dreamed all of our impossible dreams. we dove and splashed and let rapids run over our tired bodies. we are sore, scratched up, and bitten, but grateful, thankful, and so happy to be alive. every moment more ideas emerged as though this farm is meant to be. blessed solstice. blessed back country.
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