Random Valley

A Remembered Tale of Camping on the Colorado/Utah Border

We pulled into camp just as the final sliver of sun disappeared behind the buttes. Mom cranked the wheel to the left, braked, shifted to reverse and, looking over her shoulder backed the truck between the other vehicles. “Let me tell your dad about what happened today, OK?” she said, eyeing me intently as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I pulled my…