Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them…
John James Audubon
Well, it is opening morning of deer season, after all. The crack and boom of high-powered rifles have been sounding off since an hour before dawn. I guess there will always be a few who have to cheat and "jump the gun," so to speak.
We are surrounded by National Forest, well-spaced ponderosa pine with comely oak and maple setting Autumn fire to hillsides. Green and orange moss-speckled boulders outcrop here and there from rich soil made from centuries of pine needles. These are my favorite kind of woods, thinly treed, walkable, with a pleasant mix of sun, shade, and intermittent canyon views.
Debbie clued us in to a canyon ripe with color, one she found while walking Elliot and Rupert. Love those Utah maples.
One day, Bobbie and I took Gayle and Laurelee on a trip to Comb's Ridge. I wanted to scope out a former boondock spot to see if it could accommodate several Rvs. Unfortunately the road had seen some serious flooding since we were there last. It had several deep cuts that would have been sketchy for long-assed Lazy Daze. We explored with Sue Bee, finally parking and walking a road that followed Comb's ridge.
With the temperature pushing 80 under full sun, we only made it about a mile and a half before turning back. Something caught my eye, an unusual pattern. Closer inspection revealed several pottery shards, and though broken, still laying jigsaw puzzle-like right on top of the ground. Obviously pieces from the same pot…
A ways further we spied a grand alcove. Sure enough, binoculars revealed an intact cliff dwelling with a nice circular Kiva on the left. Bobbie and I had last boon docked in the pinion trees directly above this dwelling. On a canyon walk the next day we stumbled upon and explored the site. Miss Sara is everywhere; you just got to get out of the car and go sniffing around :)).
This is our new campsite, a paved NFS camp… 5 bucks for Geezers. With severe rain and "Flash-flood" advisories we thought it best to give up our patch of red-dirt clay for asphalt. Not as peaceful, but hey, who wants a 300 dollar tow bill.
And finally, yesterday, Bobbie and I went to "Edge of the Cedars State Park's Antiquity Museum on the edge of Blanding, Utah.
Now we're just waiting for the eye of the storm to hit. Let it rain, Lord, let it rain.