Camping

I had the opportunity to camp Monday evening in the private Cinnamon Creek campground which is located in the southeastern end of Cache Valley, Utah. It was a wonderfully beautiful experience. I arose early Tuesday morning and was able to enjoy the predawn and sunrise. No one else had ventured from their tent so it was as if the sunrise was just for me.

We were camped in a valley through which a stream flowed. The sound of the stream as it moved over the rocks added music to the early morning. The sky was partly cloudy and the mountains were steep and tall so that the sun had to work at shining into the part of the valley in which we were camped. I sat looking up at the tops of the mountains to the south and east from where I watched as the rising sun chased shadows across the tops of the mountains and then lower into the valley.

The clouds seemed to dance as each sun ray touched it's fluffy edge or maybe the clouds were playing tag with the sun's rays. They seemed to almost move at the last second as the sun's rays tried to tag them. I watched this picture almost an hour, starting with the darkness fading into the shadows and then the sun finally filtering through the trees canopy. Tag, I was it and the spell was broken.

We need times like this to be able to watch as the sun's rays penetrate into the deep valleys to know that when we are in a deep dark valley the light can reach us.