Long Day on Wildcat
You can tell a section, or a day, is long when you run out of water. Specially when you carry about 60 ounces a piece. The Wildcat trail was a long day. In the afternoon we found ourselves searching for a spring in the hillside before we even got to our next trail, the West Rim Trail. It was mostly just hiking along a scrub brush trail. To be honest I found this day the most boring. I mean it looked a lot like where I grew up. I had to search long and hard to find things to take photos of.
Finally Lava Point came into view. I sat down and pulled out the map. Moments later my partner came along and we discussed the evenings activities. Number one, where to camp, and number two what did we have left in our tanks. Myself, I was grumpy because the long day did not produce results like I had hoped. After a heated battle she won out with checking the next campsite and asking it’s inhabitants if we could stay. We could never get to our planned destination unless we wanted to hike until 1 AM. Our plan was to NOT hike until 1 PM.
Lucky for us the Sawmill Springs site was unoccupied. We set our things down and had some time to kill. Through hikers could still come and we needed to talk them into letting us stay. So we hiked out on this vista that overlooked the Narrows in the distance. Finally some sights that warranted me to turn on the camera. I started snapping.
The sun started to set and we hiked the ridge back to camp. Again no one around. We set up our tent and agreed to eat inside. It was getting so cold out the water already had a thin layer if ice. We snuggled up and had dinner and started a new tradition.
I have some country music on my phone. And we never listen to country … at least I don’t. But for some reason we had a great time. Dinning while our souls danced and partied under the star filled Zion sky.
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