Moab is a madhouse. For that matter, everything/everywhere within a fifty mile radius of Moab is equally a madhouse. Its the height of Spring, the annual Jeep Safari is gearing up, and everybody from everywhere has arrived, and all those thousands have come to go Eastering. ('Eastering' is an actual term in Utah; it translates roughly to I really want to be five states away! But I'm not, so I'm left to find sanity in places people don't go. Like in the South Fork of....... well......... a canyon not far from home.)
The barberry (Fremont mahonia) are presently resplendent in yellow. In a few days, millions of tiny pale yellow flowers will bloom, and the fragrance of their aroma will be divine. A few weeks from now, those flowers will fade and fall, and will have transformed into slightly tart but succulent red berries. Remnants of those berries will show up in the scat of raccoons and badger and desert big-horn sheep, and in the droppings of ravens and cliff swallows and red-tailed hawks. Those berries will also be a hiking snack I prize above all others, and I suppose their remnants will be found in my scat as well.
But though there may be neither road nor trail, one should not think that nobody has passed this way. Big-horns turned the corner. People did --and still do--, too.
Thanks for posting. Great post.
WJH
Very beautiful area and very nicely photographed.
--Bob
Cany143 wrote:
Moab is a madhouse. For that matter, everything/everywhere within a fifty mile radius of Moab is equally a madhouse. Its the height of Spring, the annual Jeep Safari is gearing up, and everybody from everywhere has arrived, and all those thousands have come to go Eastering. ('Eastering' is an actual term in Utah; it translates roughly to I really want to be five states away! But I'm not, so I'm left to find sanity in places people don't go. Like in the South Fork of....... well......... a canyon not far from home.)
The barberry (Fremont mahonia) are presently resplendent in yellow. In a few days, millions of tiny pale yellow flowers will bloom, and the fragrance of their aroma will be divine. A few weeks from now, those flowers will fade and fall, and will have transformed into slightly tart but succulent red berries. Remnants of those berries will show up in the scat of raccoons and badger and desert big-horn sheep, and in the droppings of ravens and cliff swallows and red-tailed hawks. Those berries will also be a hiking snack I prize above all others, and I suppose their remnants will be found in my scat as well.
But though there may be neither road nor trail, one should not think that nobody has passed this way. Big-horns turned the corner. People did --and still do--, too.
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Beautiful set..love hiking and finding the old Indian carvings!
beautiful pictures; is there any time anymore when Moab is not a madhouse?
Mr Bill 2011 wrote:
....is there any time anymore when Moab is not a madhouse?
Sure. In Dec, Jan, and the early part of Feb.
I see there is a tracking collar on one of the sheep, interesting, great capture. I wonder if that guy is saying to himself while looking at you, oh, oh here I go again.
OK, I'm going to break a self imposed rule. These are awesome photographs! Sorry to use that kind of language, but it's your fault.
Cany143 wrote:
Remnants of those berries will show up in the scat of raccoons and badger and desert big-horn sheep, and in the droppings of ravens and cliff swallows and red-tailed hawks. Those berries will also be a hiking snack I prize above all others, and I suppose their remnants will be found in my scat as well.
Caney, I really love your posts and envy your locale for a place to live. Until it gets over 100 d. that is. I really had to look twice at your post. First, I thought "where does he pick those berries up", but then realized that you just "must" get them off the bushes. Sort of not like the coffee beans that are only picked up in the scat of a feral cat somewhere in the jungle. Keep the shots coming, and don't eat the reused berries!
They are all excellent images. That first one caught my eye. I like the structures on the rock and the vertical dark line breaking the monotony. I am sure there is a story behind the second one.
Very nice.
I like the images.
I see the bighorns brought their radios with them to break the silence. :-)
Cany143 wrote:
Moab is a madhouse. For that matter, everything/everywhere within a fifty mile radius of Moab is equally a madhouse. Its the height of Spring, the annual Jeep Safari is gearing up, and everybody from everywhere has arrived, and all those thousands have come to go Eastering. ('Eastering' is an actual term in Utah; it translates roughly to I really want to be five states away! But I'm not, so I'm left to find sanity in places people don't go. Like in the South Fork of....... well......... a canyon not far from home.)
The barberry (Fremont mahonia) are presently resplendent in yellow. In a few days, millions of tiny pale yellow flowers will bloom, and the fragrance of their aroma will be divine. A few weeks from now, those flowers will fade and fall, and will have transformed into slightly tart but succulent red berries. Remnants of those berries will show up in the scat of raccoons and badger and desert big-horn sheep, and in the droppings of ravens and cliff swallows and red-tailed hawks. Those berries will also be a hiking snack I prize above all others, and I suppose their remnants will be found in my scat as well.
But though there may be neither road nor trail, one should not think that nobody has passed this way. Big-horns turned the corner. People did --and still do--, too.
Moab is a madhouse. For that matter, everything/e... (
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beautiful area...enjoyed the shots!
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