A Southern Trek for Some

 Some do what they have to in order to make new things happen- and these people earned that badge over the past week.  

Heading to the Valley of the Sun in the midst of the mildest Central-Utah winter in recorded history, they packed all over the Superstitions with just one goal in mind, no, with two- well, with quite a few goals and hopes to conquer: and this was just one of those worthy mile markers.

Behold the Scorpion of Good Hope, the Arachnida celebrity of the current Lenten season, Godzilla Goibson.

A Solo Morning, Dust-Choked Mountain Ride

Yowza. Sum-sum-summertime for a guy wearing a weird hat and obscene sunglasses...

 

A Quick Fifteen Hundred Feet Up

It was an invitation happily accepted- a quick jaunt up the trail at the mouth of Wales Canyon with my boy. Beautiful and refreshing to the mind, body, and spirit, we talked, discussed, and enjoyed the whole danged time we had together.
 

Eff You, PartyBoy

A grueling, beautiful, and mostly happy day on the mountain helping Hyrum and Millie get some things ready for their wedding- It didn't go as well or as fast as we'd hoped, but that didn't stop Hyrum from demanding more and more and more...

And yes, that caterpillar ought to have yellow and black spinefur on his entire back. He decided to hang out in my shirt for the morning and left me with that spinefur all over my mid-torso, resulting in mild to high discomfort for the day...

Jesse Came Home for a While

Not a long while, mind you, but for a couple of weeks. And that's a good thing after not seeing him for a year and a half-

His time in the Army has given him some perspective, but his specific Jesse-ness remains strong as a girder running up and down his spine. 

 

Road Closed and Flowers Sprouted

 

This is what we have to look forward to for a couple of months, at least. 

But without community and with nothing but sweepstakes winners schlorping from the real estate troughs and bringing whirlwinds and pits for all of our neighbors, what hope will this dry, locust-riddled land bring to our grandchildren?

Out to the Swell

There was a time not long ago even by the reckoning of a young person when one could venture out into the desert and see very few people, and not only on trails and in the back country- on the main roads it wasn't uncommon to see one or two people every couple or three hours. That's not the way it is now.

This time we saw as many as seven cars and three trucks and trailers along with a couple of loud mouthed side-by-sides all at the same time from a side trail ovelooking a section of road no more than a third of a mile long. That's a sad contrast, and one that I didn't think would happen over the space of a few years. 

 

 

 

 

 

Neverthless, we had a good time and tried hard to be grateful for what we have. Even it might not last long.