Hidden water in the dry summer and water falls in a wet winter, thousand year old pottery and grinding holes, owls flying away in silence, javelina grunting, insects buzzing around the first mistletoe blooms. I know the other travelers only by their footprints - this canyon isn't in any way a hidden secret, just one of an infinite number of nameless unremarkable curved lines on the map.

These smaller places are really where my heart is - different every day, every season, every year - endlessly changing, more interesting every visit...