Tag Archives: Hiking

Bryce Canyon

“What did you say?” A breeze blew back his daughter’s hair. Sunlight glinted off her bug-eyed sunglasses.

“Hoodoo. The rock formations. They’re called hoodoos.” Continue reading Bryce Canyon

Red Hill

“It’s good to have you along for a walkabout. . . . Tilly! Come girl.”

Let’s just be done, duffer.

“Remember when this was the quarry? A fine fix-up. . . . Tilly and I like it. Walk every day now.”

If you prefer bloody duck ponds. Continue reading Red Hill