Southern Utah landscapes are notable because of the wonderful red rock. I noticed in the recovered shots from Moab that there was a variation in the rock faces you see within a relatively small area.

The first three shots in this set are from UT 279, a well known local Moab area road to see petroglyphs. I picked out shots that showed the distinctive varnish on the rock faces. Look close and you can still see a few petroglyphs.

The last two shots are from a hiking trail out of downtown Moab. The rock faces are there, but no particular sign of the impressive varnish.

Comments and suggestions are welcome.

Hell’s Revenge is a challenging 4WD trail located in the Sand Flats Recreation Area immediately east of Moab (Ootha). In the accompanying image, a short portion of a flat, sandy, easy section of the trail can be seen, while elsewhere in view are some of the sandstone fins and domes and general geological features (over which the Revenge proceeds) that stretches out for eighty miles beyond. This view was made possible by getting aloft with my drone, and shooting in one of the panoramic modes it has available.

But neither the trail nor the lay of the land is the actual point of this post. O, hell, no! The point, instead, is the easier --though slightly agonizing-- section of another of Hell’s Revenges altogether, because, in fact, the Devil is entirely in the details. As mentioned above, this is a panorama that’s been stitched together from 21 separately shot images, fiendishly programmed into one of the pano modes in the flight controller and the firmware of the drone, and it’s really something to see in action. Not that you could, though, since in this sequence, to have seen it --since the drone was sufficiently distant from my piloting position that it couldn’t be seen-- you'd have either had to be viewing my controller, or you were, perhaps, some lost (or fallen? Yeah, more likely fallen….) angel, ravaging aimlessly around out there, seeking out the good and the evil, high above Hell’s Revenge.

Should I mention the size of the sensor? Should I state the focal length of the lens? Is the fixed f1.7 aperture a factor? Or is the camera's 12 megapixel sensor –that can, with the tap of a Devil’s Claw—be mysteriously transmogrified, transubstianted! --quadrupled in fact-- into a 48 mpx image, and captured in raw at that, a Hell in itself? I don’t know. And I don’t much care, either, since all I care about is the image, not the seventh circle of Dante’s Hell, that place and state of agony and moaning and toxic malevolence where Optical and Digital engineers (and whatever Digital Doubting Doofuses there be) do dwell.

About now you might be asking: a 48 mp image out of a 12 mp sensor? What fresh Hell is this??? And how many angels actually can twist on the nose of a drone, or would deign to dance a remotely operated dance? Questions like these –and the answers to them—are indeedy-do the true Demons of Hell’s Revenge, and that’s all way beyond me. All I give a rat’s azz about is the image. And your Hell’s Revenge is my place of ‘get ‘er done, Delbert.’

Aside, that is, from the demons, who rule the Intertubes, and force the torture of a gloriously compiled 500Mb, 16 bit, billboard-sized image down into a fiendishly web-able .jpg creature, writhing in reduction, and brought down to the depths of Hell.

Aaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! That for me is Hell’s Revenge! And yup, the road is rough. Even if it is the easier part.

It took me 25 years to finally draw a tag for a Rocky Mountain Big Horn Ram. My hunt was in November 2022 and the Unit I drew had the California subspecies which is a smaller sized ram but, an easier tag to draw. Easier when you consider less than 50 tags are given each year to the thousand plus hunters applying in Utah. Most hunters putting in every year for this trophy will go to their grave not ever getting this coveted tag.

My son took a week off from work to help me spot and pack out as did a few good friends. Previous to this hunt, I had a right knee replaced and spent a lot of time in the gym preparing for this hunt. In the end, the rugged mountains and old lungs were grueling to hike for this 80 y/o boy with a dream. This adventure ended on the fourth morning with nice ram and has concluded my 65 years of pursuing wild game and climbing mountains. Now I enjoy all my hunting with cameras and don't miss an aching body!