When the moon skims the water that sighs and shifts in its slumber

I can think of two stories relating to coyotes. One of them has been on my mind. The other is as follows: I went with my brother and my parents to Mexican Hat one summer. 2004, I think. It was a two night trip, we stayed at Burch's Travel Lodge (where, though there was no TV in our room, the free breakfast next door was impressive and featured watermelon and toast, among other things - also, the nightly rate they'd quoted us over the phone was for both rooms together, not per room), we drove up (but not down) the Moki dugway, we had Navajo Tacos, we saw Monument Valley and the Goosenecks of the San Juan and Natural Bridges National Monument (which we would at times call by other names), and we ate pizza in Blanding across the street from a doctor's office. There were other highlights. Here's one of them: we were on the road between Bluff and Mexican Hat when a coyote ran out into the road just a bit in front of us. We weren't in danger of hitting it, as far as I can remember. I didn't see it, however, because I was looking out the side window at the fabulous rock formations to our left. This is how I'm certain it was on the road from Bluff to Mexican Hat, because that's where those particular fabulous rock formations were. Nathan, shortly after, insisted that instead this was just south of Blanding. I think. The funny thing is, though I was absolutely positive that I was right about where we were when a coyote crossed our path then, I don't remember for sure any more. I have no memory of ever seeing a real coyote. Also at Burch's, the Pearson's Nut Rolls were 2 for a dollar. My mom went to buy one, only to be informed that they were 67 cents each if you only bought one. So she bought two for a dollar.