My breakfast this morning is leftover pizza. I put the three cold pieces into the broiler of the camp stove. A few minutes later, I am enjoying hot pizza. I relax in the shade as time slides by. It dawns on me that I forgot coffee. Well, with a slow shuffle, I gather the ground beans and boil water. The Aeropress sits with coffee over the filter. The moment arrives, boiling bubbles in the pot. I pour and enjoy the aroma before pressing. With coffee in a cup, I find my way to the waiting chair.
Time goes by, and I get bored. I suggest that we walk in the bike lane to the footbridge over the Colorado River. There is a trail into a small canyon. We walk the trail to the edge of bush whacking into brush. It is hot, and Moe is panting. We head back to the boat ramp where Nancy carries Moe to the river and gently lowers him into the water. He looks at me through eyes of mixed messages. He looks panicked and relieved to be cooling.
We had planned to go back into Arches National Park after dinner. But, somehow, we dozed off until 6:30 p.m. We searched and found The Spoke on Center, a nice restaurant with a dog-friendly patio. Great food and excellent margaritas. Moe was treated like royalty, a bowl of ice water, an ice cream pup cup, and pats and squees from the staff.
We get back to our site to see a full moon, red from the fires.
