48.47: Page, Arizona. Wandering along Lake Powell and close to the Colorado River.
Page has become , not unlike Morro Bay and, Boulder City overlooking Lake Mead, a destination we have to visit often to remain in equilibrium. That could read as quite an intelligent statement notwithstanding from where it emanates. On the other hand, it may appear to be pseudo intellectualizing by a frustrated thinker. Perhaps it is best expressed as 'bloody wonderful locations' that lift our spirits. Castle Rock from yet another angle. Jen goes scrambling and almost ends up scrambled. Magnificent cliff walls. Tip-toe through the meadow? Subject to crumbling with the wrong step. Delightful...the position, that is. There's not a spot along the water that does not stir up great feelings inside a person. That's the channel at which we turned our Kayak and headed to Antelope Point. This day it was all about terra firma. Tower Butte is distinctive. Always reminds us of Voortrekker Monument in Pretoria, RSA. Well-earned rest, if I ma...
