because it is a desert. We often smile at the political boundaries drawn universally which seldom differentiate
the nature of the land. In traveling within parts of California, Nevada, Utah and Arizona, the similarities
are obvious, particularly the rock formations and colors. It forces us to think regionally when planning rather
than by state. From a pictorial aspect, there are places in which we could be confused easily in guessing the state.
At the time of writing, we are in Utah having left Nevada after a period of ill health, nearly compensated for
in great beauty.
I like the term 'gun to the head', of course in the metaphorical sense only. Wishing to use the term, I contrive
to add: 'I would choose Southern Utah as one of the most impressive places to visit. Now would you mind removing
the pistol—it's giving me a headache. Thank you!'
Back to the Valley of Fire in Nevada. Once again, we woke at a very early hour in which we dressed, delivered milk and
newspapers in the neighboring suburbs before heading to the park. Arriving in darkness, gave us an opportunity to be
well positioned to not only greet the sun but more importantly, to view the effects of first light on the mountains
and boulders. It's truly a magnificent sight.
Early morning 'underneath the arches'.
"Come up and see me sometime, baby."
"I welcome you with open arms down here, lover boy". Guess who put those words in the editor's mouth?
This place is spectacular, particularly around sunrise and sunset....correction, all the time.
There's always something growing in the desert.
More golden light in the morning.
At first light, the softness of the scene soothes, inter alia.
Things 'hotting' up for us.
Some boulder hopping. Where to now?
Full sun over the horizon.
Heading for pyramid peak, one jump at a time.
Before sunrise, Jenni reaches first target.
Can't get enough of the sun's effect on the rocks at the two extremes of the day.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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