Squirrel Canyon

Sittin in the fire light....feels good. Random bird's sing in the tree's surrounding camp. Fire crackles. Steady rolling of the small steam below. The light fading slowly behind the sandstone towers that surround us. The dog and I sit in silence and drink this all in. The hike in was quick. Racing the sun. 70 degrees with a slight breeze. Good trekking weather for early May in Southern Utah. My God this is calming. Re-charging to fight.....people, jobs, cities, civilization. Need to give myself a break. Need to give my wife a break. Hell,, even my kid's could use a break. Cant help them now, they will get theirs,,, some day, some how. I could make these trips quicker and less complicated by camping on the side of a dirt road with my truck instead of walking it out. The necessary feeling of isolation and freedom would not be as strong. Spent the first hour of complete darkness holding my pistol in paranoia from sounds above camp. Perhaps a polygamist who believes I am trespassing. Ha ha. Silly plig, this is OUR land. Wouldn't blame them if they did claim it. God knows if Cannan Mountain were my backyard I would claim it. Hell, its not my backyard and I claim it anyways. Have to admit I am offended and a little angry of any person in here rather than close friends or family. Wind picks up. The mood changes. I look at the dog, he has noticed as well. New sounds to hear, feel and understand. Woke up at sunrise to a high pitched and steady hum outside my tent. At first thought it was a far of whine of a motorcycle. Climbed out of my tent and found the source to be a large gathering of mosquito's waiting for me to come out and play. Although a little bothersome I would rather swat those little beggars off my ass all damn day than have it be a real live motorcycle coming up my canyon. Wish their were some kind of spray for those fuggers.