Enjoying the shade of a Sycamore tree
It had been ages since I went hiking. I was on my first visit to Arizona, and was excited to see the local flora and fauna up close. My brother and sister-in-law suggested an easy trail in a state park nearby.
Trying to avoid the heat, we embarked on a mostly-shaded path that wound near a stream. I marveled at my first sight of a Sycamore tree and its pale jigsaw-puzzle bark. My sister-in-law and I couldn’t resist breaking into an old Sunday School song:
“Zacchaeus was a wee little man; a wee little man was he. He climbed up in a Sycamore tree, for the Lord he wanted to see!”
I could visualize Zacchaeus scurrying up one of the sturdy appendages of a Sycamore tree to get a better view of Jesus.
A bit further, I posed by a massive Yucca plant, taking care to avoid its pointy leaves. Later, I heard the grass rustle and caught a glimpse of a quick-moving lizard (I was glad it wasn’t a rattlesnake)! As we rounded a bend, we came to a bridge and spotted several deer foraging along the creek bed. 
After quietly snapping a few photos, we finished the crossing. Though it was a fairly long bridge, the sturdy guard rails made me feel secure.
The next bridge, however, was a different story.
