Today was a beautiful day; blue skies and warm temperatures kept at arm's length the inevitability of autumn's demise at the hand of the iceman who cometh.
It had to happen. There hasn't been much success in the fishing holes close to home, and this school year has been and is being a bugger, so Ryan and I lit for Moab and the slickrock and bookstores associated therewith.
We rode a trail, drank some brews, saw across divine vistas and drank at a trough of beauty undiminished even by divisive politics and rampant commerce.
And why did I not record the experience with photos of other than a raw juice drink in a bright cup? It's so hard to describe the colors, panoramas and junipers sometimes. I don't have the heart to compose the shots right now; not today at least. Dumb cameras, anyway. Besides- I left the danged thing in the car with the rest of the dross.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Lime Rickey?
Fabulous!
And how was the fishing further from home?

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Ruahines said…
Kia ora Adam,
Sometimes words are enough and the vistas best left to our imaginations. Reads as if it was a much needed day amongst the beauty of the moment. Kia kaha my friend.
Cheers,
Robb
thislop said…
I loved your entry. Waxing poetic on the wonders and healing powers of nature was beautiful; totally changing tone with the last sentence was brillant. How fun to read!
Tess of EHS
Ruahines said…
Kia ora Adam,
Just popping by to wish you the finest greetings of the season, and in retrospect hope you enjoyed a fine day of Thanks.
Cheers my friend,
Robb