May 16, 2013

So, had an egg white omelet for breakfast (brekkus), two strips of turkey bacon, decaf coffee and two glasses of water.  I felt so pure and superior!  Trouble is, it is now 4:30, and I haven't had anything since brekkus.  So I'm nibbling Pat's nuts and berries, being one with the Great Bear Spirit, and taking pen in hand to write you this note.

A few odds and ends.  Several delightful people invited me to join them on google +.  I am honored to be asked, but I don't know what that is.  When I figure it out, I will be delighted to join your, what is it?, "circle."  I've had another request that is odd if not downright bizarre.  One of you - you know who you are - wants pictures of where I stay.  Ain't happenin'.  If you must, log onto the Four Seasons website and imagine me in a different one of those every day.

I have no winner today.  For those of you who read only for that, stop now.  I did not travel far enough to get a good sample.

Drove to Dead Horse Point State Park and Canyonlands National Park, rode and walked about those places.  This is Dead Horse Point from where you can see the Colorado River make its famous horseshoe bend.  It was mid-day, so the light is terrible, but SHEER PROOF I was there.

Look!  More sheer proof!

Next, I went on to Canyonlands.  It's just to big for photos to do it any justice, but here are a few of a small area.

This dirt road goes for 100 miles through the park.  You want to have a lot of water.  I did not take this.

Speaking of water, I took twice as much with me today.  64 instead of 32 fl. Ozs.  Worked, I'm fine.

Driving in the heat, perspiration evaporates so quickly you don't realize how much you lose.

An observation or two.  First, it's going to be a dry summer.  There is very little snow left.  Mountains to the south of Moab are over 12,000 ft.  Very little snow even on those peaks.  It was like that through Idaho and past Salt Lake.  Second, little rain so far.  A few gentle showers in the distance with the horsetail rains coming down - a female rain, the Navajo would say, I think - but no real rain to speak of.  Even though I have my wet gear,  I am OK with this.  Just as long as it rains after I pass through.

Going to head through southwest Colorado tomorrow, on my way to Shiprock, New Mexico where I intend to satisfy my yen for Navajo fry bread.  Shiprock is on the res.  If you haven't had fry bread, you don't know what you're missing.  Hope to make it past Al B Kirk Ee.  Go ahead, laugh.  Then you spell it.