Bald eagles, double bridges, fishing platforms, climbing Stonehenge

I will go back this summer in better weather, better light, and armed with my camera!

Locked gate and happy day

Arno and I tried to hike up Beacon Rock today but our plans were foiled by a locked gate.

Campers vs. obnoxious huge bass system

I was so devastatingly tired I was ready to ford the Sandy River and go strangle JoeBob, BettySue, AND Lady GaGa. Rah rah ah ah ah!

Seattle Sights & Sakuracon

I knew my girlie had just learned a life lesson.

Sego Canyon Petroglyphs & Pictographs

First thing in the morning, we backtracked to Sego Canyon in order to view some ancient indigenous rock art (a special trip for the anthropologist in the group…). {I know you’ll want to investigate these, so click the images for a larger version.} We saw captivating anthropomorphic images in reds, blacks, and whites on the […]

Arches!

Thursday morning we packed up and left the beautiful little Hamburger Rock campsite. We stopped a few times on the way so that I could snap a last couple of photos of North and South Six-Shooter Peaks, on our way back to the highway. We headed back toward Moab to replenish supplies of dry ice […]

Exploring Cayonlands’ Needles

I’m loving my morning ritual of sitting on the rock with my camera. I love our little campsite here. First thing after morning cleanup, we headed into the park and found a trail. Miguel was feeling even worse, and elected to stay in the truck while the rest of us hiked. We left windows open […]

Rocks and Ancient People in Canyonlands

Tuesday morning I was up on the rock again before the sun rose. We all slept pretty well. It was only a little chilly but Arno and I are such outdoors people, that all five of us had warm gear. Arno went into get-going mode right away, and I let him. I sat and watched […]

Rain-X saved my vacation

Monday morning we managed to leave the TRRR&RR early. Pa and Chelle got up to see us off. We were sad to separate so soon. In the black morning, the rain was delicately pattering a pattern onto the dust on the hood of my Dragon Wagon (the Saturn we have loved since buying it new […]

In the shadow of a volcano

Despite having lived around mountains all my life, or perhaps because of that, I remain in awe of the awesome sweep of snowy mountain slopes that rise from valleys in the way that volcanoes do. I am simply not able to drive along our highways and not feel an emotional surge of admiration for volcanoes […]