Up The Creek!

Here we go,
The stock market is riding high again. The bulls are happy but what of the bears. The bears are always on our mind because we traverse between them in the wild and back in the ‘wilderness’. We sometimes refer to the stock market as a circus or a wild place. So we continue to sell things to the bulls. However, we are running out of stocks to sell—we are not thinking of selling our editor, no never…well, at a good price…


We left San Diego and reached Hurricane, Utah at 7pm on Sunday night. The radio announcer said the time was 8pm. We were concerned because our editor’s watch seemed to be running an hour slow. However, she’s a quick one. ‘We are east of San Diego,’ she announces and so for some reason they move the clock forward. ‘But I thought they did that in March,’ I reply. We spent part of the night searching for a ‘lost hour’. We had no idea what time to wake this morning to the opening of the market, so we set shifts to be sure. It is not easy being from Africa, the brain is not always fully functional.


We decided that for this trip, we would only pass through Utah as we have visited this great state three times previously, in the past year. We made the deal. What do you think? Today, we hiked in Kanerraville, on the north-west border of Zion—Kolob Canyon. What can we say? We love Utah. We might be in this state for another week before we reach Idaho.


Today’s hike provided much enjoyment. It reminded us of the days when our mother would shout, “Jeffrey, get out of the mud with your new shoes. Just you wait until your father gets home.” Have a look at the pictures. Two grownups walking in a stream and up the falls. We thought how is it possible to have so much fun, and on a Monday, too. Our editor does us proud. She walks directly into the creek, over the cobble stones, through the rapids, climbs the rocks and scampers up and down the rope ladders. She never looks back. She shows much courage. Then again, I suppose she has to be brave. Look who she married!



We met an eighty-six year old man who said he arrived in this town in 1962. He pulled up next to us in an off-road vehicle as we prepared to hike. We wanted to ask him if he was a hippie at that time but our editor, suspecting the question, was quick to end further discussions. If he was, he clearly isn’t now. We were bowled over when a youngster of about ten or eleven came up to us and asked whether he could help us with directions. In some parts of the world that could be a dangerous encounter, but not in Kanerraville.


We were in the stream/creek at least 4 hours, passing through the various slot canyons. It was a wonderful experience, especially for our boots. They have the very modern ‘wet look’. We surprise ourselves these days. What with our stylish hats, the new-look boots and the designer sunglasses, we are very ‘with-it’. Our editor posed a very good question. She wants to know when we are in ‘dry-hike’ mode and we come to a stream, why do we do everything possible to avoid touching the water? However, when we are on the ‘wet-hike’, we traipse through the water the whole way enjoying the feel of it. We tell her we’ll get back to her on that one. We have far more important questions to answer. For instance, we’re still trying to work out the time in this state.

Catch up with you soon,
Damp Jenni and her ‘Drip’