We zig-zagged up the steep trail early in the morning, too close to the edge in my mind. The sun was not yet up and our pace was steady and solid. Finally we reached the top, the mesa. It was filled with holly bushes and bright light and a monstrously gorgeous view of the canyon and river below.
We caught our breaths and walked the edges of the mesa, following the dusty animal tracks. I heard the deer before I saw her ...
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