Saturday, February 9, 2008

Wednesday, February 6, 2008


It's been snowing here. Snowing and snowing and, yes, snowing again.
The newtimers say things like "Wow! This is really unusual weather we're having this winter. Sooo snowy and cold. Must be global warming."
The oldtimers just say "This is how it's supposed to be."
Who knows. I don't think very many people know what's going on, but I'd put my money on the oldtimers.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Fishing in the dead of winter in central Utah is like this from time to time. The temperature gets cold, the water runs short and the fish find places to hide that are way too comfortable and too close into willows for my gust-blown line.
That's if there are any fish left in that part of the stream, fer heaven's sake.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Miya is growing up and into all of the relic clothing of her brothers and sisters.
This is a puppy fleece well-beloved by Asher, so he's impressed with his and his sister's progress over time.
Miya is doing just fine.

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!