…Sort of like this is a dream. Is it? Zion somehow still has my favorite flower of the route (and author Ed Abbey’s fave too, as you would have it) in bloom, and I have a little blue sky before the black clouds sweep in and I get wet with rain and tears at the west terminus of the this hiking route, Zion’s Weeping Wall. The smell is wafting this way and that as the weather makes up its mind, and I’m trying to keep moving forward. I’ve now been weeping for a day off and on, thinking, I can’t go back! Well, I can’t go back the way I was, anyway.