Saturday Night

We’re here in what’s called a cabin in the Canyon area of the park. It’s not so much a cabin as a tiny motel, but it feels like perfection. We cooked dinner tonight like we were fugitives on the lam. We grilled up chicken kabos, asparagus and my corn/tomato/feta salad. We may be roughin’ it, but we’re not slummin’. It’s very quiet here and dark and we’re happy to have a mattress to sleep on.

UPDATE: Here are some pictures of the fugitive kitchen: