Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A great place to sit along one of the trails at Arches National Park.
You can barely see me sitting on the rock at the foot of the Arch at Arches National Park.

Between a rock and a hard place at Arches National Park.

Buddha, Sweetpea, and me at the D. H. Memorial and Shrine, San Cristobal, NM.

This is the first time I've had access to the Internet. We've been traveling the Southwest like a lightening bolt--not quickly but in a zig-zag fashion that I like. I don't have much time but wanted to post some photos. I have been soaking it all in and doing much writing and thinking.


Judith HeartSong said...

oh have a wonderful time Theresa!!!!!! Thank you for the postcard and for always sharing your inner and outer journeys.

Virginia said...

Looks like you are on a great adventure! I hope to see some of those places someday.



emmapeelDallas said...

What terrific pics!



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