The sun was just starting to rise, but the rest of the Cawley clan was fast asleep.
So I sneaked out into the quiet morning for a few moments alone, and I snapped some pictures.
There was a peaceful calm, that took my breath away.
And nothing was moving…except me and the sun and a stray dog, who reminded me in some odd way of our old Rocky. (RIP)
I watched the shadows change as the sun peaked over the mesas and buttes in the east.
For a few moments, everything turned slightly golden.
When the show was over, I headed to the laundromat to wash red dirt and several, shower-free days of adventure out of our clothes.
Then it was time to add one more bumper sticker to the back of our own trusty stagecoach and move on.
Beautiful photos and words. I only wish to experience the same for myself.