|Riding into the sunset on our bicycle-built-for-two.|
|The miracle of radio—listening to the World Series in the wild.|
Tim and I relax by the fire with cups of hot tea and gaze at the night sky. Our campfire casts a luminous glow on the underside of the giant juniper’s branches, its needles shimmering a silvery green. Brilliant, sparkling stars twinkle through the juniper’s crown, as if they’re dangling from the heavens. It’s gorgeous—this radiant holiday wreath above our heads.
|Our picture-perfect campsite in Canyonlands.|
Preparing to crawl into the tent, we first stow our food and cookware in the truck—we don’t want to tempt any critters into visiting our site tonight. As we walk to the truck we marvel at the milky way, stretching across the sky from horizon to horizon.
The morning dawns cold and clear. We reluctantly emerge from our sleeping bags, light a campfire and start water boiling for coffee. Soon bacon and eggs are sizzling on the camp stove—there’s nothing quite like the smell of bacon frying in the great outdoors.
|Ready for breakfast.|
|Viewpoint at the end of the scenic drive.|
|Spectacular scenery abounds in Canyonlands Needles District.|