If I had a "do-over" for my higher education, it would be to major in Geology instead of Psych. Maybe then I wouldn't wander around mountains and deserts mumbling, "What the fuck?"
Like how does this happen? Two opposing geological worlds collide, one smooth and white, one rough and red. It would help to see it in time-lapse mode.
I guess it's never too late to go back to school, but, given that I can almost count the grains of sand left in the "hourglass," never mind that the humongous pile at the bottom, I'd rather be outside on a "field trip" instead of sitting in some stuffy class, staring through dirty windows, wishing I was out there "seizing the day."
Eventually, there comes the day when tomorrow cannot be trusted...
Modern man is so insulated these days. Fewer and fewer people bear witness to the raw, wonderful world that surrounds their urban "bubbles." We go from cushy climate controlled houses to cushy climate controlled cars to cushy climate controlled offices to cushy climate controlled gyms, and circle like vultures in search of parking that saves a few steps. Oh what a joy to live a pampered American life.
We pushed a little deeper into Grapevine, beyond the spandex, flip-flops, and Under Armored madness of the "petroglyph zone." To the best of our knowledge, we shared the upper canyon with only one other couple, whom we only saw briefly before going on separate expeditions.
It was a beautiful hike on a beautiful day: Puffs of cottontail clouds in a sea of cerulean blue. Perfect for photos.
Grapevine's wash eventually narrowed into a nifty little mini slot. We managed a way up and out after being confronted with an abrupt pour-off exit, then resumed our trek. The terrain gradually morphed into something reminiscent of Joshua Tree...with its improbably balanced rocks and ghostly shaped boulders. I ended up taking 170 photos. These few I share with you...
|Bobbie extricates herself from the mini slot...|
Caught completely unprepared for the dozen or so drops of rain, we were fortunate to survive.
|Hearding through the grapevines...|
One more look at "Postcards" on the way out, trying to decipher intent and symbolism.
Seizing the day,
Mark and Bobbie, On the road...