On my last day hiking up Sugar Loaf it occurred to me most of the photographs were either up the mountain or off to the canyons. The actual trail was a beautiful adventure all to itself.
We have traveled over the years but this was completely different. Even the old weathered trees were artful. A first impression is rough red rocks and dirt. After a while you notice all the different greens and the abundance of tiny but colorful brush flowers.
The wildlife here is timid, I imagine life is hard.
However, one day off in the distance I heard a siren, perhaps an ambulance, sounds travels here. Anyway, as the siren sounded I could hear others sing along. Coyotes from different directions joined in. At home it would have been my dog. Here it was a reminder of where we were.