White Christmas

We left the main trail and followed the footsteps and rock piles back to the secret passageway that would take us back down the cliff. The only problem was that the trail disappeared as if by magic. We found a pile of rocks wedged under an overhang like it was trying to tell us something, but we couldn't figure out what. We went back and forth over the same 1/10 of a mile of trail over and over, and couldn’t find anything trail-like anywhere; no packed-down snow, no shoe prints in the sand, no rock piles, not even a long stretch without things to climb over.

Memories and paying attention

Way, way, way, way, way down below was a green town, and then a couple of miles away off in the distance, the world started again. It was like someone had spliced in a section of the wrong map. Like there was a square of red rocks and high desert, then a slice of sea level Ohio, and then more Utah again.

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