We find no level ground around the edge of the canyon, nowhere to pitch a tent. We could go back up the road to the sage and bitterbrush plain but I think we deserve some scenery for our two hour drive.
“Let’s walk down the canyon and see if we find a flat spot,” I say to Brenna. We’ll leave everything in the Jeep for now.
“Do we have to walk far?” she wonders. She doesn’t seem fond of this plan.
“I don’t know,” I answer. “I hope not.”