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For 2007...Really

I wish for all of us in 2007 that we, in some way, be it large and momentous or small and ordinary find our bliss and follow it.  REALLY. If you do, O my lovelies, this is what you may find yourself doing...

I plan on doing more of it, too.
Have a wonderful, blissful, all-that-you-dream New Year. Sending you much, much love.   

Wild Blue Yonder

I'm off cross-country today, heading for Ojo Caliente hot springs then on to Dallas, the panhandle of Florida and Miami, in that order (mostly).  So I'll be back to being sporadic hereabouts. I leave you with a beautiful Saturday sky only one day late.  Pray to the weather gods for me that I skate ahead of the coming winter storm, yes?   catch you in a few...

psst...wouldn't these colors make a beautiful mid-winter fair isle sweater??

One Good Picture

Again, out on the 'power point' of the previous post. I'm not too photogenic (read, not at all) so this is some kind of minor miracle.  I think happiness makes the camera take pity on one's beaky old self, eh?

I'm holding an heart-shaped rock. There's the cult of finding the heart-shaped rock and the cult of finding arrows and knives from the Anazazi & Fremont cultures.   I seem to have the eye for finding both. Most people go waaay off the beaten track to find arrows etc.   I find them walking down the tracks where people drive their pickups.  so long as it's private land AND not in situ, that is, the arrow etc. is somewhere rain or traffic has dumped it out of it's context, I will take it. Otherwise I take a picture and leave it.    Here is my first complete arrow found. I was over the moon, I tell you. And Neena and Don were there to see it, too!

Here are a few shots of Neena and Don out on the "patio", a place off the Mail Trail where locals go to party out on a big flat area of slickrock. You can catch a great sunset here though we were too early.

Oh. Right. I was going to introduce you to some of my Backbone buds.   Here's a table full at the collapse-and-eat dinner we had just before tearing the restaurant apart for 2 days to give it the end of season cleaning.

left to right: Willow with her had down on the table, Erin, me, Lee-Lee with a blue hat on, Blake, Vlasto, Pat, Sieta, Bryn (poking her head over from the next table), Elayna, and Colleen's red-headed son (whose name I blank on always), and Chanda and young Makai again at the next table.  I'm truly blessed by the wonderful co-workers and friends I've met since coming out here.  There's something about this place that pure and simple draws people in.  I've got witnesses, too, heh. Neena & Don introduced me to it all, and Edge surely did enable it.  All of them are long-time redrock hustlers, fer shure.  Thank you, guys, more than you know...Now the rest of you lot, what are you doing sitting there looking at all this? Start plotting how you can get yer butts out here for at least a visit, mmmk?

Crazy Winter

Been a while, I know. Chalk it up to a lot going on and much fun.  So this and the next few posts I'll put up all today will be catchups, kind of a time lapse version of Fall segueing into Winter here in Boulder (Utah). And I've got the photographic evidence that winter out here is one crazy sumbitch (yes, I can too use southernisms out here with the cowboys. Somebody's got to eddicate them, heh).   One minute you have the sun shining and the snow  blowing a  blizzard:

the next minute you've got pure blizzard:

Like they say, if you don't like the weather here, wait 5 minutes...the sun came back out and by 2 pm it was 45 degrees and all was melted away.

One of the other quirky things here is that one of the best local hikes is out by the town dump. It's situated off of route 12 as you head from Boulder to Escalante and is only open on Saturday afternoon (or if you go over to Jean's and ask her nicely for the key to gate lock).  You hike through the dump and past the fire department's practice trailer and out onto the top of the mesa next to which the dump is located. You come to what is called around here as the 'power point'.  At around sunset it looks like this.

To the far right is the Hogback, the bone-chilling part of route 12 that is about 50 ft. wide with no guardrails (Utah prides itself that guardrails are for wussies) and 1000 foot drops on both sides of the narrow roadway.

Here's a view of the meadows of lower Boulder from the same mesa.

Next up, my peeps at Hell's Backbone...