The impressionistic character of this music reflects back upon a wilderness hiking trip I enjoyed many years ago in the State of Arizona. With some friends I traveled just north of Tortilla Flat and found a remarkable canyon which allowed a steep descent to the rocky floor below. We clambered down the angular incline and found a series of huge boulders amid the cool desert scenery. There were pools of stagnant water left behind after a recent spate of rain, and the canyon walls became orange reflections in the deep blue-green waters. A small stream fed manifold patches of brilliant green lichen and colorful moss. The air was clear and breathtaking as we looked up at the high canyon walls, perhaps as high as 400 to 500 feet. Everywhere we walked there echoed an immense and satisfying silence, except for the buzz of busy insects and curious flying birds. We came upon a perfectly flat rock in the middle of the canyon and stopped to have lunch and admire the beauty of this exotic place. When we had traversed the entire length of the canyon, we started to hike back up to the road, being careful not to disturb the cactus or other flowering plants. It was a breathtaking climb but a glorious sight to look down upon the entire length of wilderness we had just traveled through.