I wake at 12:15 or so. The sky is free of clouds, but then looking to the
west, I say "Oh, shit". The sky is dark. At 1:30 the rain and wind came. I retreat into the tent,hear the sounds of weather, sleep. Come 3:15, I when awake again, the rain has gone and the night skies are clear again. I again move out from the tent.
This night had rewarded my looking with 6 falling stars. The rhyme of wishing on a star is
remembered. So I do.
As the sunsets, feet are treated. I watch the sunset, write some; read some and watch the stars fill the sky. I even listen to the tape again The connection to the canyon is