Our Month in Kanab Begins

Kanab in February agrees with us. In the summer, I’d melt; all three of us would. But the last two days, we woke up to 30 degrees, put our morning miles in on the red clay, and by noon we were sitting in the backyard enjoying 60-degree temperatures.

We left the golden sandstone arches of Moab, trading them for this richer red. The earth is harsher and thirstier. There’s not much water, and the wind often pants and licks at the windows. Still, it feels darn good to be here under these endless skies.