Those 11am checkout come to early. I woke at 8 and started the coffee. I drank in bed and journaled out all I could remember. It was good to be in the bed, Cash and Young, Dylan, and Hendrix playing and the pen moving. The coffee was strong and decent. The bed was big and too comfortable. When the writing was done I rolled over and prayed and prayed and prayed.
I walked around and shot and moved and thought and was and there is nothing you can do at the Grand Canyon, at least this rim, but be and suck and soak and let it all crash over your head like some steel stone wave.