I'm starting a new book about the band The Drive by Truckers titled Where the Devil don't Stay. The opening line says, "The present is bleak and next few months are only dimly promising..." Not so for us. We awoke to a quite cool morning splashed with bright sunshine. After breakfast, we drove thirty-five miles to the Catwalk Trail, which has a very large WOW! factor. Originally, mining engineers drove steel i-beams into the sheer rock to hold a gravity fed twelve inch water line that powered the generator that powered the machine that processed the ore from the mine. Now, the National Forest has refurbished the catwalk to hold humans that climb their way up the canyon over the top of the Gila River. While stunning, it really wasn't much exercise, so on the way home we turned off the main road onto a hiking trail. We walked up a road along a ridge for awhile, and later this week we'll return there for a longer hike. We stopped at the Duck Creek for a burger, which was as good as advertised. After returning to the ranch, we lounged the rest of the day away. Liz read and napped. Judy knitted. I bent some wire. We had dinner, watched BYU lose to San Francisco, and readied ourselves for bed. Nothing about our current lives is bleak, and while we believe no promise is made for tomorrow, we're happy that life is good, especially today.
The pipeline really was quite the feat of engineering.
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