My heart is light. I’m in a beautiful picnic area along a crystal clear trout stream shaded by massive contorted sycamore trees. The fisherman reports lots of native Gila trout. I’m frying up peppers, squash, and beans with tortillas for brunch. The tourists here are retires and local families with native and Hispanic diversity. A…

I’m 26 miles out on a sandy washboard road in Escalante. It goes to the edge of a gorge where Mormons tunneled through solid rock to get the wagons through. I stop to camp for a popular hike tomorrow in the slot canyons. It’s funny. You’d think a little privacy could be found here at…