We continue to find new areas to hike (many our own paths across the desert) which provide different perspectives of our focal points around the Lake Mead/Hoover Dam area. Practically speaking (writing), edifices that surround and are in the water, we have viewed from so many vantage points that it's as if we are looking at different subjects. What a treat. The concept of having boots and will walk and scramble has never been more apt.
While morning had broken some ten hours earlier, sunset repaired it.
We have always considered this location magnificent, not unlike the many other magnificent places around the world. I continue to make a serious error of judgment by rating various regions based upon my emotional feelings at the time. Nevertheless, should I be incorrect then I am still more than satisfied in putting my heart and soul into Boulder City, extended into Arizona along the Colorado River. While others may be more stimulated to find excitement half-an-hour west along the strip, we are old and staid, preferring excitement from reaching our mountainous goals. The beauty of freedom to choose (remember the concept) is "you pays your money and you takes your chance." Great concept linking choice, risk, reward and price.
We will conclude stating that each of us has or should have goals in life. We have found the pursuit of our goals, notwithstanding that paths through life are fraught with challenges and danger. The rewards (non-material, of course) provide a feeling of being blessed, often. And like all things, such times of upliftment are short-lived, requiring a new challenge to regain that feeling one pursues. We mentioned the concept recently, we think: 'Nothing for nothing' or more succinctly and a little more polished, when we follow our passion, we find our purpose and vice-versa.
This wasn't meant to be this long or complex. However, these few photographs, we think, after experiencing the real thing out in the desert, provide us with a feeling of having visited a unique space in the world, having been touched by something spiritual, perhaps. Sometimes, we wish to shout out or better still, utter our thanks and deep appreciation for these opportunities...how grateful we are. B'H.
One of us has 'a weakness' for reflection...he considers it a strength. Boulder Island alone and aloof.
A view from a mountain we plotted to reach sometime ago, and on this day, found and achieved it.
Fortification Mountain (I refuse to call it 'Hill') seen once again from a different location, perhaps 2 miles distant.
On this occasion, we went down into the canyon, real 'spooky' and without water...'brave Jenni'.
Another mountain, a similar focal point, another reward from/at Lake Mead.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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