Tucked between an overpass and a freeway onramp, a sweet, grassy canyon, set about with sagebrush and trees, alongside our south-of-town lava cliffs, serves as home for as many as three or four messy and careless campers, who have left their cooking and sleeping gear strewn about and their trash heaped against the rocks, all of it unseen from the roadways on either side. But the wintry temperatures of the last two months have given us a chance today to enjoy morning's light, undisturbed and without intruding on anyone, on the fine sculpting of the basalt cliff. We climbed to the top of the sloping swale for a view of the hills, too.