Monday, December 30, 2019
Red Mountain was recently closed due to heavy snow and avalanche runs. CDOT crews rotated through the night...carving passages, plowing snow and risking life and limb to the fickle whims of Mother Nature. They also fire off rounds of mortar shells in attempts to trigger potentially deadly buildups of snow that plague Highway 550 South all winter long.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
Friday, December 20, 2019
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Friday, December 13, 2019
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Saturday was Jello-set to be D-Day from Southwest Utah. I say "Jello" because after a record-breakimg 160 days without a drop of rain, the skies opened up and delivered record-breaking amounts of moisture...inches upon inches seldom seen in high deserts. With all that rain came cloudy, cooler than normal weather. And it just kept getting colder and colder and colder.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Thanksgiving is a family time, but my family always seems to be scattered to opposite sides of the USA, if not the world. Somehow, though, everyone attempts to reunite this time of year...usually back east. But this year, they came to us here in Zion...some driving through blizzards to get here, some flying to Vegas and renting a car to get here. So, including us, we have 10 Johnsons here... all "motel-ed" up in Springdale, near Zion's gates where we are camped at the campground. In spite of the rainy and snowy weather today, we will get outdoors for a while before partaking in a feast. (Miss you Brother Dan and Elaine!)
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Three freakishly improbable rocks, all in a side-by-side alignment and supported by a tripod of three fragile, highly eroded columns...way out in the middle of nowhere.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Friday, November 22, 2019
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Wilderness is the Promised Land we seek and need. It nourishes, nurtures, and restores our urban-blighted souls.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Friday, November 15, 2019
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Utah's Waterpocket Fold is a stupefying sub-feature of the equally stupefying San Rafael Swell. Then again, isn't all of Utah stupefying?
Monday, November 11, 2019
It's been a long, long time (decades) since our one and only hike to Navajo Knobs. I remember my feet being sore for days after. That it pushes 10 miles with over 2,000 feet of elevation gain/loss (according to the Gaia App) you'd think once was enough. But the day was sunny and calm and warm...warmer than it should be...and we awoke to a strange and unusual sensation of feeling strong. Well, perhaps it was time for a reprise.
Saturday, November 9, 2019
The goal is to draw your last breath with no regrets. Regret keeps us locked up in the past, a place where what's done is done and there ain't a thing we can do to change it. Today, however, is full of choices, so we go...out "there."
Friday, November 8, 2019
I've decided, in the interest of keeping the BCB "fresh," to randomly intersperse some of our better "Real Time" outings...just to keep readers awake. We took a little hike yesterday. I say "little" because it was short, but oh-so-sweet.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Saturday, October 26, 2019
Thursday, October 24, 2019
As you may notice from the photos, I've jumped ahead for a sneak peek this year's meander to Southwest Utah. We loaded Goldie to the gills and have been out for two glorious weeks...tromping through red dust and sandstone, which to me, is akin to Heaven!
Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Ice Lake is fast becoming one of the most popular hikes in Southwest Colorado. It's no surprise to us, we continue to go there every year to gaze spellbound into Ice Lake, one of the bluest lakes we've ever rested eyes on. As dazzling as Ice Lake's sky-blue water is, it's the ragged, rustic, iron-bleeding cirque setting that sets it apart from the likes of, say, Columbine Lake.
Sunday, October 20, 2019
With oak brush and aspens above Lovely Ouray on fire with color, we set boot to trail again...weary from recent miles and altitude.
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Friday, October 18, 2019
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Saturday, September 28, 2019
“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.” Ernest Hemingway
Monday, September 23, 2019
Not yet ready to "call it good," not ready to wrap ourselves in a soft, warm quilt of wistful nostalgia while awaiting our heart's last beat, we push against the "hourglass" and boundaries of our Brave New, Septuagenarian World. It's a time to take risks...adventure out and be bold. If not now, when? for at this ripe age, we have less to lose with each passing day...
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Meaningful experiences are often found near the interface between order and disorder...a point beyond which "outcomes" tend to be more random than predictable.
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
The march of time is more acute when one season slips to another, be it spring's lush chlorophyl awakening, summer's fade from green to gold, or Ms Autumn's palette, decaying under winter's first blanket of snow. Seasons come and go in a blur...the onslaught of time marches on.
Saturday, September 7, 2019
When Ruthie, a somewhat new-in-town friend and coworker of Bobbie, mentioned that a couple of gal-friends took her on a long hike up to Ptarmigan Lake and beyond to Imogene Pass, I was impressed. "That's a big day," I said, "must of reached a tad over 13,000 feet."
"Yeah, like 7 hours," came her reply "with lots of steep, loose conditions and a couple wrong turns on the way back."
Monday, September 2, 2019
Bobbie and I decided it was time to go in search of some new "dots." One of her suggestions peaked my interest...a summit on 13,400 foot "Little Giant." Turned out my "spirit" was raring to go. But the flesh...not so much.
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth's eye...looking into which, the beholder measures the depth of his own (soul). Henry David Thoreau
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Another week, another opportunity to finally beat Pal Leon in the "Summer Series," Man on Bike against Man on Foot. We are told by our parents—as well as most "successful" people like Bill Gates and Colonel Sanders—that it is struggle that shapes us more than triumph....that failure is the foundation upon which success is built. Hmmm. It's either bull-hockey or I'm long overdue for the big dubya.
Friday, August 9, 2019
We decided to take advantage of back-to-back days with scant threat of thunderstorms. Legs and toes were only moderately sore the morning after summiting Abram. So, with no consequential excuses to stay home, we decided rise early and effectuate one of our all-time favorite hikes.
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Sometimes people wonder if we ever get tired of the same ole places and doing the same ole thing. Uh, no. There are hikes and rides and climbs worth repeating, if for no other reason than to get our daily exercise in the fresh outdoors instead of inside a stuffy gym on a boring machine. I don't even get bored doing a mile to a mile-and-a half at the pool (32 to 48 laps). Why? Because it's outside. It's no big secret. The key to staying fit as we get older is to find multiple ways to get our body moving. The more ways, the better the chance of success. That's it. Oh, and beautiful scenery helps...
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Friday, August 2, 2019
Monday, July 29, 2019
"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Saturday, July 20, 2019
With due respect for a forecast that called for afternoon thunderstorms, and considering our "Jello" plan for a lengthy hike above timberline traversing the Dragon's Back's long, exposed ridge line—we were half asleep at the wheel well before old Sol shed light on Lovely Ouray.