Looks like where I grew up.
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The girl and me jumping up at Delicate Arch.
I hadn’t been up to Delicate since I was a kid. It was very cool to do it with my girl.
Road to Monument Valley by Yellowduff
Less than a week and I’ll be out west again!
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Way to the Zion, Utah.
I cannot wait to get back to Utah in April.
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Zion
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I’m really looking forward to visiting Salt Lake in April. I haven’t been to my city of birth in 18 years. Whoa, I didn’t realize how long it’s been until I just typed that.
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Landscape Arch is the longest of the many natural rock arches located in the Arches National Park in the U.S. state of Utah. The arch is among many in the area known as Devil’s Garden in the north area of the park. It was named by Frank Beckwith, leader of the Arches National Monument Scientific Expedition, who explored the area in the winter of 1933–34. (via Wikipedia)
Today’s pic of the day was take mere miles from my childhood home. Well, okay, one of my childhood homes.
This is one of a collection of photos on display at work right now. I grew up closer to Arches and Canyonlands but Monument Valley still reminds me of my early childhood.
I miss hiking and laying on hot rocks, green rivers and red sand.
The image just reminded me of a reoccurring nightmare I had when I was a kid. We lived in Moab Utah so I must have been in kindergarten or 1st grade.
The canyon wasn’t like this, it was red like the West We lived near Arches National Park and the landscape was a lot like that. Outdoor tourism wasn’t popular yet so the town was still small, mostly populated by hippies and drunks (at least that’s who my mom hung out with). My mom worked running river tours with Sidewinder (defunct) in the day and tending bar at the Poplar Place (which was still a biker bar back then) at night. I don’t remember where we lived but I think it’s before we lived in the old school bus so maybe in the cabin in Castle Valley or else we were still staying with Mama Linda.
Anyway, my dream. I was in the mountains and I was following some people into a building that overlooked the canyon. I was hiding because I wasn’t so sure about them. Something was going on. Everyone in town trusted them but not me. As I watched a man and woman I didn’t know hang a flag with a Thunderbird, I noticed that it looked wrong. Then I over heard them saying that the back of the flag wasn’t the same as the front, that it was covered with black fabric as proof of their evil.
I was afraid, remember I’m only about 6 years old, and I ran but they saw me and chased. I ran all the way to Dead Horse Point where, exhausted and convinced I’d lost them I sat down to rest.I was on the part of the point that looks like the inside of a U, at the base. I sat with my back to the river and leaned back but didn’t fall. When I turned to see what was supporting me it was a shadow in the shape of a man. He pinched me and I fell.
I don’t know who the man was and I always woke before I landed but it scared me because I could always feel the pinch when I woke up.
I’ve remembered bits and pieces of this dream over the years but never all of it so vividly nor so unexpectedly.
Dead Horse Point (via bridgepix)
This is the place I was telling you about. It the one where I had the recurring nightmare.
