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.

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!

Quick trip!
Down south!
Past the Damn!
Back to home!

After much debate, deliberation, and cross-eyed looks at one another in the midst of a dark and wintry week, we've arrived at a decision on the name of this delightful young girl.

Her name is Miya Prajna, and she'll be known as such as long as she has patience to carry the burdens of living with her mom and dad's odd decision making processes.

Here’s the latest from the clan Burningham, brought to light in the wee hours of the morn.

Name: To be fully determined later on today… (man, we’re tired right now)
Gender: Girly
Weight: 10 lbs 4 oz
Length: 23 inches
Date and time: 04 Dec 07, 00:51 hours
Healthy as an ox; roly-poly to boot
Mom and Dad and brothers and sisters: Pleased as punch!

Thanks for all of your prayers and wishes; they’ve come through once again.

From Paul Rolley's column in the Salt Lake Trib on Friday:

The advanced placement environmental class at Viewmont High School in Bountiful seems to be succeeding at making some of the school's best and brightest aware of the need for conservation.
Just so long as they don't become Commies.
RyLee Stowell says she and her fellow A.P. students, as a class project, created banners promoting "Buy Nothing Day," an environmental alternative to "Black Friday," which falls on the day after Thanksgiving and is touted by merchants as the beginning of the Christmas shopping season.
"Buy Nothing Day" encourages conservation rather than consumerism on that day.
But Stowell says when the students wanted to hang the banner on a balcony overlooking the commons area - where dances, programs and other student activities are advertised - they were told that the anti-consumer message would offend sponsors that promote their goods and services throughout the school.
Principal Scott Tennis, however, says the students were never censored. They were allowed to put their message on bulletin boards throughout the school and displayed their banner in the lunchroom.
But he was concerned that the students were unclear about what the message was trying to convey - if it was anti-capitalism, pro-socialism, or what?

What's unclear about the message being conveyed? It's a youthfully idealistic appeal to the spirit of humanity to pause what they rightfully see as materialistic and consumeristic insanity for just one day. That's fairly clear, even if the kids don't fully understand the implications of their message.
It would be really nice if more people who are 'in charge' could see through what we're doing to our schools these days, and into whose hands we're giving the system in the name of 'capitalism.'

The last of the photos; the sequence actually begins with this first and ends at the bottom of the line, if you want to follow it that way.
It still brings me joy to look at these, I'll be the first to admit, even with the trip over two weeks past.
Hm.


This is how it began, well, how it began as the sun rose over Idaho Falls on Saturday morn. We got off of the freeway to get some breakfast and pick up a few more thangs before heading into the park and all, and this is what we were met with- a WallyMart with a flyshop as the headline feature. Odd. Very strange and out of position, but we got a few closeout streamers and the like and were glad of it. Still, it was rather other-worldly.