Friday's meeting actually ended a little ahead of schedule. That just left the 307-mile drive home.

Probably a six hour drive, if you don't tarry.

I got home seven and a half hours after leaving the lodge.

Yeah. I tarried.

How and where is probably another entry. Or two. But I spent at least fifteen minutes here:

For the hour it took to cross the wide valley between the two uplifts, I watched the western sky.

Pretty plain. A few clouds to the north, but nothing likely to catch the coloured rays of sunset. But I forgot about our western wildfires. When the sky is full of smoky haze, you don't need clouds for colour.

Checked the GPS for exact sunset time. I should just about make it to the top of the rim. And sure enough, after the long, straight climb, there I was. Hiked out on a lonely point of land by Wagon Bed Spring.

Watching the sunset.