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Friday, October 30, 2015
A Day In Capitol Reef
When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence. Ansel Adams
Thursday, October 29, 2015
AWOL, and Natural Bridges
From the perceptive "seeing-eye" mind of Helen Keller: "Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Red October Hunting
Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them…
John James Audubon
Friday, October 16, 2015
How cool, that only an hour's drive separates recreation amid vast Canyonland's and red rocks from recreation amid neighboring Abajo Mountain's red maples and yellow aspens. It's also 7 degrees cooler… important for those whose bacon had been fried crisp on an 11.2 mile "Baton march" through the Needles District.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Utah's Folly: Palling Around In A Ludicrous "State" Of Mandated Sobriety… Another Annual "Abstinence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder" Rant
I should just get over it… you know, let it slide like so much 3.2 beer off a duck's back (quack!). But to let stupidity slide without mention is tantamount to endorsement. So here's my "inquiring mind" question to Utah's Mormon Rockwell School of Leadership: What in the freaking Joseph Smith's dry corner of Hell is the point of opening a Brewpub in the ultra-conservative lunatic fringe Beehave state of Utah?
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Lost In A Maze Ment
Sunburned, dehydrated, chaffed, chapped, bleary eyed… sore of foot, calfs, quads, back, neck… physically post-tramatized, stressed, disordered, to the very brink of the valley of the shadow of the here-freaking-everafter—where life wobbles like an inertia-spent top, teeters like a drunken sailor eying the curb. It is within that "turned soil," where reality shrinks, awareness dissolves, and you can't decide between nightmare or reality, heart attack or stroke, death or life, that endorphins begin to sprout like dandelions in a spring meadow.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Holding Court on the Summit of Courthouse Mountain… A Farewell to Autumn Ascent
Tomorrow is Wednesday, Departure Day. Goldie sits mostly packed in front of the garage, thankful to be out of the "pound," eager to be on the road again. Checklists shorten, lines strike through all but a few "To Do's." Rain came and went the past couple of days, left snowcaps on mountain tops. Cooler now, Autumn leaves all but gone. Finally my time has come… gonna change the scene, walk a new trail, dream a new dream.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Strolling By Woods On Glorious Autumn Morn
Can we all agree, for the sake of argument, that if everyone was in agreement about everything there would be little reason for discourse, and even less reason to get out of bed? As soon as you completely agree with me or I with you, one or both of us is going to nod off. So please, let's just disagree to agree. Can I get an amen?
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