The visiting season has ended. From now until early March it will be the odd day when Tom sees anything moving besides critters, clouds, water, and the spirits of the past who roam the canyon lands as dust devils, spinning, free wheeling, soul feeling their way through this incredible land. Tom can't fault them for never wanting to leave.
Day One of Ghost Time is unfinished business. Tom has long suspected there is a big horn trail leading from Hurrah Pass to the Anti Cline. Linny and Tom once followed it until they ran out of daylight. Today Tom will begin at the top of Hurrah and finish what they started following two toed tracks to their conclusion. Tom follows tracks when he can, improvises when he can't. The big horn on these narrow ledges are creatures of magic. Tom, not so much. He climbs higher.
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