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Let me walk this trail all the days of my life.
This is Horseshoe Canyon on a special day in May. Rains had washed it clean for us and compacted the sand under our boots. The riverbed looked like chocolate and glinted in the sun.
The cottonwoods wore their brilliant, springtime green. It smelled fresh - like clay and scrub.
This trail took us along the path of ancient ones who left their stories on the walls in panels high above us and right next to us. They are mystical and mundane and fantastic. They spark our imaginations but on a special day in May, it's easy for a visitor to believe that this is the place the ancients wanted to be.
It is perfect.
The cottonwoods wore their brilliant, springtime green. It smelled fresh - like clay and scrub.
This trail took us along the path of ancient ones who left their stories on the walls in panels high above us and right next to us. They are mystical and mundane and fantastic. They spark our imaginations but on a special day in May, it's easy for a visitor to believe that this is the place the ancients wanted to be.
It is perfect.
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