A Wrinkle In Time
iking across the valley bottom, awash in hues of terra cotta, sandstone and brick, I feel like the tallest thing around. Prickly pear cactus, yucca and sagebrush dot the desert floor. Tiny tracks of canyon mice crisscross the trail. A game of hide-and-seek would be difficult here for humans. But as I move deeper into this valley, pinyon and juniper trees tall enough to offer shade begin to punctuate
