Zion Was Calling... We Had to Go...

We only spent a single night at Lee's Ferry... Wanted to be in Zion for the bad weather ;) Some of the best pics come from stormy weather...

*Climbing back up out of Lee's Ferry*

So... after the hellatious wind we had the night before, when we got up to hit the road... the day broke off pretty darn nice!

Just up the road a short ways there was an interesting place... A woman traveling through around 1927 or there-about broke her car and had to stop here for a bit... Decided she liked the area, bought some land and built an awesome homestead... The sort of house ever'body dreams of... Aw wouldn't it be sweet to be able to put wheels on a rock House like this'un?

How-some-ever...there's something there I've always wondered about... maybe a shortcoming in my upbringin'?

Now... I'm a fairly sociable guy... But socializin', at least for me has its limits...

This here place is the remains of a small "Facility" on the homestead... I've seen such before...

Inside... the evidence of its purpose becomes pretty darn clear...

Which... is what brings up my wonderin'...

um... am I missing something? Or, am I some sort of  ogre?

Cuz I gotta share a lil' secret with ya'll... I just don't have a pair of friends for whom my affection is so great that I've got any burning desire to share a Three Holer with 'em... know what I mean? ;)


We left that question settin' out there in the desert and rolled on toward Zion... We hooked around through Hurricane last time through. This trip I opted to go up through Kanab and come in through the tunnel that's the eastern Portal to Zion National Park...

This whole part of Utah has its own personality... but I have to say I prefer this eastern approach to coming around and back east through Hurricane and Virgin... I tried to do a small video... but my karma was thumping me so I couldn't get my hardware to co-operate...

I've said it before... this kind of country is my "church"... There's no interpretation or politicin' required. It's places such as this where I have difficulty accepting the assertions of some folks that all of this is just some cosmic prank... a strange and glorious accident...

To me this is the definition of a guiding, creative force... yet one I don't understand... and simply listen to... Hopefully picking up the lessons that are there to learn... if you keep your mind and your heart open to 'em.

It's Shining Times... even with weather coming in after a short respite as I write. The blue sky is gone now, the rain and cold is comin' along, yet another personality of Zion... and The memories of other times endure... along with the sure and certain knowledge that the sun will return...

This place... these Desert Canyons, feed some creative energy... as sure as the Timbered High Country.

I'm sittin' here in a weathered and worn rig, faded jeans and thin wallet... I'm Warm and dry. Coffee and beans in the cupboard. Propane and diesel in the tanks... and the views above out my window... or in my mind... knowing the future holds more of the same... no matter what comes we'll find the road over, around or through it...

I'm as rich as I ever dreamed of...

My eyes are filled each day with visons of Cowboy Heaven on Earth.
Brian