Buckskin Gulch - December 13, 2008
Enter sand, rocks, the wind and the sun. We turn off our cell phones. Stash our wallets. Stuff our packs. Say our prayers. Ben and I take turns chugging the rest of the root beer and top off our water bottles. Gone are all the standards, removed is the asphalt and distant are the cities. The last of the tourists have returned to their hotels for the evening; to all their own I suppose. Again I forget to lock the car, like it really matters. We continue onwards, down the sandy wash, away from everything and deeper into the canyon.
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