Christmas Eve. Chiricaua National Monument. Arizona.

We knew very little about it going in, and it was one of those times you drive into a place at night, set up camp not knowing what’s around you and then wake up to a surprise. Fitting then, that this would happen on Chritmas Eve for us, traveling unadorned, without the typical accouterments of the holiday. Fitting that we would wake up here beneath the heavens, swaddled tight in sleeping bags. Fitting that we could enjoy a hike among these rocks under blue skies, that in that moment all was merry and bright, the sun taking away the morning chill and leaving us with the gift of appreciation for this little slice of nature. We wandered here in awe and wonder, making plans, dreaming of the future, and yet enjoying the moment all the same. Gifts like this are the kind you don’t forget.