Wednesday, January 30, 2008
What happens to rain, indeed. I wonder whose perspective it is that portrays 'the life blood of the world' as existing for the sole purpose of ending up in Lake Powell and producing electricity for businesses.
There you are. Another Escape from Alcatraz-esque quicktrip down south.
Right now, my prose is much less than muscular or energetic; I'll leave you with this sampling from the areas between Boulder Mountain and Escalante over the weekend.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
The sun was out and the temperature above zero degrees Fahrenheit, so Ryan and I ventured out for a quick 'splore on the Diamond Fork. Most of the area we chose was fairly sheltered from the southern sun, so the prospects were snowy and cold.
There is plenty of red rock and a tinge of sulfur in the air from all the geothermal features up and down the stream. I really loved the ambiance in spite of only hooking one fish before getting tired of flicking five pounds of ice back and forth on my rod.
Man, it was cold; but I didn't think it was that cold. Ice doesn't lie, though.
All the best for the new year!
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