The Wiley Cager took umbrage with my comments about her moaning and groaning about her cribbage fortunes, rightly noting that I, too, am prone to complaining about our dear dame, fickle fate. It's true. I can complain louder than a Kyrsten Sinema campaign donor, but fortunately I haven't had to. I'm living as large as our dear self-righteous cad, president (that's a small p) Manchin. But I mustn't digress. As turbulent as the winds were yesterday, today's bright sky pushed any thought of distress away. The azure sky, the fresh air, the chirping cactus wrens, and even the site of a lone coyote wandering through camp warmed our hearts and our spirits. We took a long morning hike, finishing the list of labeled trails in the park. We even went off trail and a bit beyond the boundaries of the park to find a trail called the First Water. We'll explore it more fully in the days to come. The highlight of the day may have been walking through a desert wedding ceremony of two ladies who were surrounded by their loving friends and relatives. They looked blissful, and didn't mind too much as we interrupted their "You may kiss your spouse" moment. In a world where equity is uncertain, it's heartwarming to see the idea of true love bravely witnessed. It makes me appreciate that life is good, especially today.
The prickly pear cactus was a staple of the Apache food groups. I'm tempted to pluck an ear to test the taste.
Peace shot of the day. Our world has many quite stunning elements visible for those who see.
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