The sun reclines back on the horizon after a full day, casting long shadows across the path I walk alone. Cold beads of fear line my brow as I strain to follow the fading path back to my group.
Why had I ventured alone so late in the afternoon? The desert air was already cooling, sending an omen of the cold night ahead.
Arches National Park had been picture perfect all day, inspiring me to peel the layer of outerwear and toss them into the back seat of our car. If I could only get to the car, right now, I would put on all my layers and those of my husband, as well.
Frantic prayers were hurled upward toward heaven as decisions were being made in my head. Turn back? Go forward? Climb the hill and risk a bite from a snake hidden beneath rocks? Think, Diane, think!
If you would like to read the rest of this story, I am telling it over at Deeper Waters. Would you join me?
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