When I first moved to my little adobe abode on the fringes of town, I gave my cousin directions as to how to get here for lunch. Trouble was, I couldn’t remember if the left turn was at D or D 1/2 Road. I had confidence in my cousin’s ability to find me from my description because she grew up locally. Turns out it didn’t really matter because the road sign was missing. After one false turn, she arrived in my driveway, apologizing for a few minutes of tardiness. “Why didn’t you just say you were up the road to the Mica Mine?” she asked.
“Mica Mine?” I questioned blankly.
For reasons that are not a part of this story, every level of my social life; home, school, and work; from junior high through young adulthood was cloistered and stunted. Not so my cousin’s. She had boyfriends, school leadership roles, summer jobs and an effervescent and indomitable spirit.
My goal for 2012 is to live as though I have only been given one year-to seize the day, so to speak. Part of that means redeeming things that were lost or missed in childhood and the intervening years.
I pricked up my ears when a co-worker arrived at the office the other day, saying she had taken an early morning walk at the Mica Mine.
“What makes it so special?” I asked.
“It’s just beautiful,” was her reply.
At the next opportunity, I decided to explore. In so doing, I discovered a place that I should have been familiar with in my youth, but somehow missed; a place so beautiful it belongs on my local bucket list, but I was ignorant. Right there, less than 10 miles up the road from my house, was a mini red
rock canyon complete with trickling stream, amazing rock formations, wild-flowers and glittering rocks.
Was it worth driving and spending a morning to hike? Take a look at the pictures and then tell me what you think.
