Our journey has taken us from San Diego to Las Vegas, (business meeting under duress), followed by Overton
then onto Utah commencing in St. George, followed by Parawan, Richfield for a night, Green River, Moab and then
out of Utah and into the neighboring State of Colorado.
Snow Canyon Park, named for the Snow Brothers rather than the elements.
The scene hits the 'spot'.
We didn't know the editor was that well known.
I met Tom in the laundry room at our motel in St George. We were saying how white our whites were
and how bright the colors are since we’d both begun using a new soap powder, ‘Boy’s Power’. Actually, I gave
him some liquid and he mentioned a bit about himself, always fascinating meetings in unusual places. He was
participating in the Senior Games. About ten thousand people from around the world congregate to cycle, run,
sprint…when will people grow up?...Ahem! We had no idea they would be congregating in St George, putting
pressure on accommodation in the region.
Tom began his career in the navy where he spent an awful lot of time drinking. Apparently, he was a thirsty
young man. About four years ago, he took ill; he could hardly walk and was badly out of shape. He changed tack,
being an ex-sailor and now competes in the 100, 200 and 400-meter sprints. It was an inspiring time conversing
with him while watching the clothes tumble.
An eerie slot canyon named for a woman who died there.
Now why would those two be hanging around, it's only semi-desert. We often talk of attitude. This fellow's grin
depicts a different 'attitude'.
Another scene that 'knocks the socks off'.
'Dude' coming through the dunes.
A half-mile before completing the slot canyon hike at Little Wild Horse we met two guys, a youngster
and a middle-aged man. The latter was struggling as his knee had popped out. He explained he could not wait
for the end so he could use whiskey to fix the problem. We mentioned that we should try rubbing the liquid
on our sore spots, too, sounded like a good idea. He smiled and said that he drinks it. We’re still figuring
out how the whiskey knows to go from the gullet to the knee. Anyway, we learn much on Hike-about.
Reminds us of the elderly Scotswoman who had arthritis in her back. The remedy was to rub whiskey into her back
for at least, a little relief. Unfortunately, the poor dear broke her neck trying to lick it.
Madame, stuck in dunes.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
A taste of Colorado follows:
Ice Lakes Basin as the weather turns, so does Jen, somewhere high in the mountains (over 12,000 feet.)
Ice Lake, a body of water at 12,300 feet above sea level in colors we may never have seen before.
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