Through the gap is the Charleston Range.
Over the years we’ve come to identify 4 states that portray tremendous beauty, for us. Perhaps it’s because they comprise desert regions. Not that the forty-six others are any lesser in beauty (crossed fingers behind our backs). Even Florida has the occasional hill or there’s talk it might soon be discovered. Anyway, we call these beauties the ‘UCAN’ states. Should you not like this identification feel free to change the mnemonics to ‘CANU’. If nothing else, we are flexible. In addition, we are typing this slowly as well as being a bit long-winded to give you an opportunity to identify these not well-known states before we reveal them. Have you got it? Well, here it comes: Utah, California, Arizona and Nevada. For those who prefer 'CANU', we trust you get it.
We were full of prejudice years back (wait for it) against Nevada because we perceived it as 'Las Vegas and the Strip'. Once we matured and discovered its true beauty outside of the city including other parts of the state, we had an epiphany. (Don’t quite know what that means but I do feel a little smarter having written it.) We’ll leave you now to view another truly beautiful, rugged region.
The lower left mountain texture and color reminds us of Golden Canyon in Death Valley.
This view, and many others, remind us of the privilege of being able to reach these positions and revel in the treat of the views.
Won't be forgetting this sight in our lifetimes.
This view, and many others, remind us of the privilege of being able to reach these positions and revel in the treat of the views.
Won't be forgetting this sight in our lifetimes.
Tucked away in a corner of the desert, we seldom see anyone in these treasure positions.
Upon reaching the summit, this is but one of the views, on a rather dull and very exciting day...Huh?
Worth another view.
This sight likely to become part of Jenni's soul...I'd hope.
Now that's very attractive, indeed...lake is nice, too.
I have often wondered whether what I see, particularly concerning color, is similar or the same that others view. While we may define something as red, someone else might also see it as red but in fact register it as another color. Why should we all see something in the same way? Maybe I've had too much time in the desert...if that's possible outside of summer.
Upon reaching the summit, this is but one of the views, on a rather dull and very exciting day...Huh?
Worth another view.
This sight likely to become part of Jenni's soul...I'd hope.
Now that's very attractive, indeed...lake is nice, too.
I have often wondered whether what I see, particularly concerning color, is similar or the same that others view. While we may define something as red, someone else might also see it as red but in fact register it as another color. Why should we all see something in the same way? Maybe I've had too much time in the desert...if that's possible outside of summer.
Returning to the commencement point.
This reminds us in a fashion of the (pink) Colosseum (Coliseum) of Rome...a little imagination is required. Talking of Rome, one of our saving graces is that while we get lost often enough, we look toward the Italians for redemption. After all, we have been told (and bought into the concept) that all 'roads lead to Rome'. With that in mind, we always have a pair of one-way tickets from Rome to home. And you probably think of us as 'dimwits'.
The Colorado River flows and fills Lake Mead some 30 miles (this position) from Hoover Dam.
A rather delicate scree covered path on an edge. I think the stance of caution is reflected.
We hope there are not too many photographs but then how does one limit the number. (Barry Jahn, that's rhetorical, by the way.)
Cheers,
This reminds us in a fashion of the (pink) Colosseum (Coliseum) of Rome...a little imagination is required. Talking of Rome, one of our saving graces is that while we get lost often enough, we look toward the Italians for redemption. After all, we have been told (and bought into the concept) that all 'roads lead to Rome'. With that in mind, we always have a pair of one-way tickets from Rome to home. And you probably think of us as 'dimwits'.
The Colorado River flows and fills Lake Mead some 30 miles (this position) from Hoover Dam.
A rather delicate scree covered path on an edge. I think the stance of caution is reflected.
We hope there are not too many photographs but then how does one limit the number. (Barry Jahn, that's rhetorical, by the way.)
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
One can never get away from the Las Vegas Strip but one can try. We have mentioned Lava Butte on many occasions (partly boasting) and beyond it, the city, an hour by vehicle...Jen usually needs a little less time when in her stride.
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