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An Adventure in the Grand Canyon

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I love the early mornings in the Grand Canyon. The air is crisp and cool as the sun begins to rise. Looking from the overlook you can see the bright orange and purple colors across the canyon. There is still a bit a snow on the ground in the surrounding campsite. There are a few tents that the snow surrounds like a warm blanket.

After admiring the beauty of the sunrise for a few more minutes I take the path back to the campground. There is a variety of wildlife awake at this hour scurrying around in the surrounding trees. A rabbit darts in front of me and watches as I jump at the sudden movement.

Everyone is up and ready to take on the day as I return to the campsite. The cooking bacon and eggs have a wonderful aroma that fills the site. Food seems to taste better when eaten in nature. Our senses are more in tune to the simple pleasures of life.

After breakfast it is time for the mule ride down the canyon. There is a winding trail that is steep and narrow that the mules maneuver each day. It promises to be an exciting adventure.

Our ride begins with everyone on their mules following the directions of the mule skinner. He leads us down the canyon with the mules following him. Mules are interesting animals. They are like horses and are very precise on the trail and surefooted.

Looking across the canyon as we ride down is the most beautiful view. You can see miles of canyon with red, orange, and blue hues across the rocks. The birds are majestic as they fly across the clear blue sky. It is an ecosystem of freedom for the wildlife that inhabit this canyon.

It is difficult for me to look down to the bottom of the canyon. I am afraid of heights and it is a long way to the bottom. Still overcoming a fear is part of the reason for this adventure. Taking a deep breath I glance down to the bottom of the canyon.

There is much beauty at the bottom of the canyon. There is a slow-moving river bed that is surrounded by a large bank with trees and rocks. This is where we will stop for a break before returning to the top of the canyon. The ecosystem of the canyon is serene and tranquil.

I am briefly startled as my mule has decided to pee and shifts his weight a bit. Nervous that the mule may drop me down the canyon I freeze. The mule is unfazed and steadily continues down the canyon.

We reach the bottom of the canyon and find a spot on the edge of the river bed. The water is cold and feels refreshing in the midmorning heat. The bottom of the canyon is significantly warmer than the place where we began this adventure.

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After about half an hour we resume our ride back up the canyon. Going up the canyon has an entirely different view than coming down. The colors of the canyon appear to be deeper in the sun. It is as if God has sent artists to paint wonderful colors on the canyon.

I listen for the sounds of the canyon as we continue the trek up. There is the sound of birds singing in the brush. Small animals are scurrying through the brush creating a rustling noise. The mules snort as they climb the canyon. It is a peaceful experience.

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Finally we reach the end of our journey and it is time to leave the mules. This particular adventure has a certificate that accompanies it. It is given to everyone that completes the adventure.

We reach the campsite and decide to rest until time to cook dinner. My legs and backside ache from riding the mule. The aches and pains are worth the wonderful adventure of riding the mules.

I make a final hike for the day to the rim of the canyon. The sun is beginning to set presenting a new set of colors. The canyon is now the backdrop to the rich orange and pink colors in the sky. The night air is crisp and cool with a hint of rain in the air.

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Returning to the camp dinner is ready and the fire is warm. We eat and tell the stories of today’s adventure. Someone pulls out a guitar and begins creating a tune to tell the story of the mule ride. It is a grand tale.

As I drift off to sleep in the tent my dreams float to the place of gratitude. It is wonderful to be alive and my soul is nourished.

Copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce

 

 

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Skipper’s Tall Tales: Beach Vacation

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The sun is shining brightly on the beach this morning. I notice the sparkling on the sand as Piper takes me for a walk down the beach. We are on vacation and Piper is humming as the waves splash across our feet.

I take notice of some dolphins swimming in the surf not far from us. They are so close with their fins dancing on top of the waves as we pass by. I decide to go and join in the fun with them. Quickly catching the wind my ears begin to flap and I fly to the spot where the dolphins are swimming.

Taking a dive into the water I was able to spring onto the back of the dolphin as he was coming out of the water. The dolphin was shocked when he saw me and began to go faster in the water. Jumping up out of the water trying to shake me off it felt like I was riding a bull in a rodeo.

Faster we went through the waves until the other dolphins decided to join in the fun. I used my leash to maneuver the dolphin until the other dolphins jumped over us and caused me to fall. My ears quickly caught the wind and I flew through the air back to the beach where Piper was waiting. She was laughing at my antics and sat down on the sand as I landed near her.

Our walk continued until it was time for lunch. We stopped at a beach side café and found a spot in the shade. The band was playing fun beach music as I listened contently by the picnic table. Piper bought me a snack. I ate the food and was almost asleep when suddenly the aroma of apple pie caught my attention.

Apple pie is my favorite dish. From times past this pie has gotten me into trouble. This time the apple pie was sitting next to the drummer in the band. Piper was talking to some people around us and did not notice me slowly inching up to the stage next to the apple pie.

I jumped for the pie and did a somersault over the bass player . It was time for the drum solo as I pounced on the drums and kept the beat of the music. The apple pie was in site as the solo ended. I quickly jumped again and grabbed the pie before hitting the ground. The drummer was amazed at how well I did his solo and was not angry that his pie was now gone. I love summer vacations.

Piper said it was time to go and rest. We left the beach side café and headed toward the beach house. The sun was hot and muggy with an afternoon thunderstorm approaching. Piper took a nap as I listened to the rumbling thunder and watched the lightening strikes in the distance. It was a pleasant time to sleep with the lullaby of the falling rain. I tapered down to a wonderful dream.

Late in the afternoon after the thunderstorm Piper took me back to the beach for some surfing. My bright yellow surf board was easy to ride in the waves that were still high. Piper took her blue board and headed out to the spot where it was easy to catch the waves.

I decided to go a little farther out to wait on a few larger waves. Sitting on the board the current slowly brought me inland. All of the sudden a huge wave caught the board and I was flying high in the sky. Going in and out of the wave I decided to do a few tricks on the way in. Letting the wind from the water capture my ears I flew up into the air and did a double back flip.

The water from the wave splashed in my face as I safely landed on the surf board. The surf was faster now as I approached the beach. It was time for one more somersault before I reached land.

There were many people on the beach watching this site. When I got back to shore several people wanted to take pictures of me with the board. I posed for several and acquired a few treats before returning to Piper.

We returned to the beach house to watch the sun set. It had been a glorious day on the beach. The bright red and orange colors in the clouds were beautiful and fun to observe. I quickly took a few photographs before falling asleep. Tomorrow is a new day and more adventure awaits us on this summer vacation.

copyright 2017 Debbie Pierce

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