50.43: Page, Arizona: Wandering in Page/Powell, something so special that it makes for an attractive place to live for more than a few weeks.

 We believe this location, which has very few prepared trails, epitomizes freedom for us. Although we advance in a general direction and head for a target, how we reach it depends on where our feet take us. Somedays, when our feet are well rested, enjoying comfortable socks and of course, good boots, they can be most accommodating and take us to wonderful places. Conversely, on a bad day, it becomes a struggle to get places. What can a person do? We did not choose our feet—apparently, it was a package deal. 

  At each stage, views of the lake which we consider a river because of its form, are constant as it makes sharp turns while meandering through the desert. Because of these turns, we see the flow changing direction frequently. Added to our observations are scenes of the mountains, hills, rocks, occasional animals and very few hikers. Because of the frequent changes of direction, coupled with my less than stellar sense of direction, mountains and rocks disappear often only to pop up somewhere unexpected. Sometimes it pays to be a bit lacking in brainpower because the scenes never become predictable or boring. 

Jen struggles to squeeze through the gap.
Never ceases to fascinate.
There's the 'Voortrekker Monument' again.
Moving up and down along the water.
A close up of the rock, monument.
At this stage, it became important to protect our brunch. So I asked Jen to stalk the animal and keep it away from me. Great plan as the coyote fled when Jen gave chase.

While Jen chases the coyote, I settle down for a quick lunch. It was very inconvenient for me but that's being responsible and taking care of my woman.
That rock face is staggering.
I had to stop her taking a dive into the water. She is a real daredevil at times. Truth be told, on rare occasions, this courageous woman can be a real 'papbroek'.
Jen goes wandering up the rock bank.
A little inelegant of a move. I went to find a possible way down this extremely steep bank. When I tried to call her, she could hear me but I could not hear her reply. In the distance, a couple of walkers on the official path signaled to me. It was an unusual communication system. I suppose our route was a little on the unusual side, too. 

  Some question our love for the deserts. Fair enough. However, for us, this is superb. Our problem with forests: We can never see the wood for the trees. Go figure, Robyn!
Cheers!
Cheers, 

Jenni and Jeffrey