Seductive silence of mountainous canyons,
looking down upon our campsite.
Wafting breezes through mesquite and palo
verde trees, wrecking havoc with paper
plates and cups.
A gentle sun whispers, landing softly on
our heads and minds, injecting it's
warmth into our beings.
A natural high settles upon us, soothes
our souls and quiets our minds as we
contemplate God's nature, surrounding
us here at Bartlett Lake.
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