Golden times..

Up into the mountains for some steep fun, over rough paths, rock strewn and slippy, down into water fall skinny ravines and then onto water worn golden canyons.

Magical shapes and wondrous echoes all around as the miles pass, hours drift by and the world is once again strange and beautiful.

Down mythical passages and lush enchanted darkness we made our way, finding pace and shade where we could.

Much laughter rang through the golden canyons.