Hiking alone revisited

Skye and I went for a hike up Dry Canyon, just east of where I live in Hyde Park, Utah.  It is a beautiful hike that does not allow mountain bikes.  I took a few pictures but they really don't do justice to just how beautiful the landscape is.  A couple of the pictures are like that great kids book "Where's Waldo"  where you have to find Waldo in the picture only with these pictures, try and find Skye.  She just blends right in to the fall yellows and the trail.  It is getting quite cool in Northern Utah and  I doubt these colors will last long.  

       

Walking through the colors and through some of the unique rock formations that this canyon has, I thought about why it bothers me to hike alone.  I have thought it was because I was afraid to fall and have no one around to help.   I also have thought if was because I am pathetic and have no friends to go with but the real reason is that I love to share things that affect me with others.  I love to boat on the lake not because I love to ski or because it is always a great time but because I am deeply affected by the feel of skimming across the water on a boat at 35 mph and by the beauty of the morning on Lake Powell and I love to share those feelings with people I care for.  I am similarly affected by a quiet walk up a canyon with the most orange and red that you will find in nature.  I feel myself wanting to turn and say, look at that and isn't this cool but then there is no one there.