One day, what seems ages ago, Ryan and I were tooling north toward Moab after a jaunt deep into the four corner's south for who-the-hell-knows-what-reason, and we stopped to pick up a gentleman with his hitching finger out.
He spun a tale of nuclear and political jackassery, telling us about a proposed nuclear plant on the Green River, somewhere just north of Green River, Utah. Not many knew about this place yet, because those in the know were trying to keep things really quiet. He said there were odd forces combining in support of the plant, but that there was still time to thwart the thing.
We talked about the San Rafael Swell, and of certain, special places out on the mesas and down the slots, many of which very few people can place, and even fewer people have seen.
The next fall, we read that a person matching his description had been found dead in spurious circumstances out on those mesas.
The site above comes from a coalition opposing that nuclear power facility, and I tend toward complete and total opposition, for what that's worth.
Check it out for yourself.
Kia ora Adam e hoa,
Jesus! How much do they want to plunder the poor ol' Colorado water shed? Until she is just a raped old bag? One one wonders just how many lie out there with your man. They are now proposing dams along my beloved range of mountains. I am not a young man my good sir, but my soul still burns bright in the need to leave some things alone. Watch these spaces. Aroha to you, LC, and all precious to you. Kia kaha!
Ti hei Mauri Ora!,
It's a quiet and out-of-the-way place to extract resources from the earth and money from the corporate nanny-state, a situation with which you are well acquainted with in your neck of the woods.
Not sure what to do or how to do it, as is usual with this sort of manipulation, but there are people working hard against the raiders and I support them and the causes wholeheartedly.
Thanks for your support and courage, too, dear Robb.
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