Cany143 Loc: SE Utah

A quickie simple hike yesterday afternoon. As is common for me, somewhere to go after a Post Office run.

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bcheary Loc: Jacksonville, FL

Nice set. Love the reflections.

UTMike Loc: South Jordan, UT

Beautiful work, Jim!

Manglesphoto Loc: 70 miles south of St.Louis

Fantastic set!!!

CindyHouk Loc: Nw MT

Wow...each one is amazing.

bobmcculloch Loc: NYC, NY

BassmanBruce Loc: Middle of the Mitten

Beautiful set, first one is amazing.
I hope they never close your post office, what would you do?

Longshadow Loc: Audubon, PA, United States

Great set!

Cany143 Loc: SE Utah

Egads, Bruce! I expect that I'd have to either put up put a mailbox out front or stop getting mail altogether!

And neither of those options would help me out a whole lot. Most of my bills (gas, lights, phone, etc) get sent electronically. Then again, no more Post Office might mean a few hundred pounds less junk mail I'd have to cart across town per month, so there'd be that.....

Spirit Vision Photography Loc: Behind a Camera.

Very nice. Well done. 👍

Retired CPO Loc: Travel full time in an RV

And rock art, no less! Is this a closely guarded secret? I won't tell anybody! Really, I won't!!

dancers Loc: melbourne.victoria, australia

what a wonderful place! thank you.

Cany143 Loc: SE Utah

A closely guarded secret, Cheep... um, Chief? Not by a long shot. In spring, summer and fall, this particular canyon is visited (it seems) by every stinkin' tourista --from the hoi polloi to the tragically hip to the occasional bazillionaire in disguise-- who Jeeps, staggers, crawls or RV's into touristownia Moabistan and feels the need to take a dip in the (and here, you'll want to inject a bit of 'woo-woo-ism' into any potential account) """"Healing Waters"""" --and/or be the victim of an ill-performed cannonball which leads to a carryout and a stay in the local hospital before being life-flighted out to somewhere where there are good orthopedic surgeons on hand-- a short ways upcanyon at the Waaaaater Faaaallllllll!, a little ways past the last of the places posted here --those boulders with the Fremont roquert on 'em (which was, in this instance, as far as I chose to go, it being little more than an unplanned post-Post Office run after all, not a full-blown rupestrian orgy or anything of the like though both 'Right Hand' and 'Left Hand' are LOADED with roqqqquert!) in the North Fork of Mill Creek Canyon (or 'Left Hand' as we usually call it.)

In spring, summer and fall, the place is a shite-show. Nudists, dogs, boom-boxes, smelly twenty-(thirty, forty, fifty, a hundred and eleventy-ish)something hipsters, dowagers and creeps, little kids and the occasional roquert hound abound, and if you're not careful, or don't keep your wits about you, you'll probably trip over one or a hundred of these such like, more's the pity. Which is why I only go in Winter.

Suffice it to say the place is grotesquely 'known'.

Retired CPO Loc: Travel full time in an RV

I blame Charlie Steen and that clownish group called the town fathers for all of that. Too late now but anyone who would participate in turning the town that was Moab into the town that is Moab should be lined up against a wall, with or without blindfolds.
And of course "Healing Waters'' attract only the best, most well rounded citizens among us. I think you may be just a bit jaded on this point. But I have no problems there. I say embrace the woo-woo-ism!
This grotesquely 'known' part though...that bothers me.

Iron Sight Loc: Utah

Remarkable reflections