Inside the visitors center, a window with a view that looked like a panoramic photo.
Where's Waldo? Can you find Cheryl in the photo below?
Dad discovered this squeeze.
We took the Calico Tanks trail; an out and back that was a challenging two miles.
There was a dusting or what was the remnants of snowfall that was surviving thanks to the suns lack of height during the day.
The end of the trail was well worth it. A frozen watering hole and the temptation to throw watermelon size rocks to break the ice. Beyond the trail just a bit further was this nice view of the city.
Our second hike of the day was cut short. Daylight was running thin and the drive home was in the back of our minds.
The trail winded back into this canyon but we only made it to the base and turned back.
I smelled a sweet smell. The kind of smell that brings back old good memories. My mind went to cool nights in Spokane. Cool breezes in Leavenworth hiking the icicle creek trail. I attributed it to the few juniper trees but it was something else- water. I forgot the smell of water. There is something special about the smell of cold, pine, dust and water all rolled into one. A smell only the great West can deliver.
The exit of the park gave us a good farewell and revealed all it's colors.
I am reminded of our great country. There is always more to explore.
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