Angela is not getting any younger. Is she getting wiser? Some think not. Once again she has exposed her body to danger, just by doing something she's done many times in earlier days. And she has once again revealed her soul to another soul. What will come of it? Encounters. Of every sort. Natural and otherwise. We all have them. Is anything ever simply an accident? Is there truly no such thing as coincidence? Go with Angela on this ride, possibly one of her last. Take the hound along. To read about Angela's adventures in that other canyon, when she was a slightly younger woman; when her knees were a tad more flexible, her vision a bit more acute, and her convictions not the least less exuberant, read EVER GREEN. Same Angela. Different hound.