The room is unfinished. The window has not been installed and several small rolls of carpet are propped up against one of the walls. The morning breeze is cool and refreshing and the sun is just starting to peep over the tall eastern plateau.
The forest is not very thick and has grown up through a narrow canyon. It is a mixture of pine and cedar trees. The day is bright and sunny and just a little warm. Small rivulets of water cross the path on their way down to the small river in the bottom of the canyon.
The path snakes up the side of the canyon wall. The canyon all itself is not very steep, but the trail is not very wide. The trail is sandy with small sandstone boulders creating steps for the hiker. The trail is a favorite of the locals of the area, but it is not well known to outsiders.
The trail ends at the top of the canyon where water gushes out of the rock face of the canyon. The small waterfall is about 10 feet high. It splashes down into a small pool built by stacking up sandstone rocks and sandbags around one end. The water is cold and refreshing after hiking in the warm air.
Something caught my eye on the bank of the pool. It is a leather bota bag with a shoulder strap which makes it easy to carry.
As I continue on, something shiny catches my eye. I bend down and brush the sand from around, of all things, a key. It is a stainless steel key with a plastic coating on one end which helps when turning the key. It looks like a FORD key. I wonder if it fits the Ford Bronco that was left at the trailhead by a previous hiker.