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A Taste of the Desert Day 8

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Our last day. We pack up without ceremony and take off, heading back to Las Vegas to catch our flight. Nestled in the wide, empty flatlands that follows beside us as we drive the long highway, we notice a sign advertising museums and tourist info. Intrigued and in need of a refuel we decide to make a pit stop to fill up on gas, food and, with luck, enjoy some complimentary wifi. We pull into what I can only describe as the back drop for the movie, The Hills Have Eyes, in which a suburban American family is being stalked by a group of psychotic people who live in the desert. It feels like the eeriest town I’ve ever encountered, and Tom and I break the tension by joking about the ‘humpin’ log’ that we assume these places are full of. The signs to the "museums & info" led to, quite literally, nowhere. We follow them to an empty parking lot and decide to give up our search for civilization.


It is for this reason that we find ourselves beginning to feel desperate as, a few hours later, our gas tank carries us further into the barren wasteland. We decide to take an exit off the highway, following a barely legible gas symbol down a tiny, windy road. In any other situation, I would have found the canyon we were driving into scenic but, in this case, it was all I could do to keep down the panic bubbling up inside of me. Then, as if on cue, the road takes a sharp curve to the right and a gorgeous blue oasis opens up like a panorama to us. It appears that luck was on our side after all, we had stumbled across Lake Mead. We park and step out; there are dozens of happy, sun-soaked people milling around, completely ignorant of our near brush with death. T and I catch each other's eyes, giggling with relief, and decide to make the most of our unplanned stop. We walk to the end of the dock with a bag of bread ends to share with the ducks flapping playfully on the water. After taking a few moments to appreciate this spectacular blue mountain lake, we hop in our car, turn on a Radiolab episode and begin a deep and serious conversation about life, the universe, and everything; which keeps our minds busy for the last few hours of the drive.


Eight days of constant companionship and we are left craving more time with each other. The prospect of going back to spending just our evenings and weekends together is disquieting, making the last moments of this traveling experience bittersweet. This little journey was a test of our ability to travel well together and we’re happy to find out that we make a good team. After a quick jaunt through a casino or two; we make haste to the airport to board the redeye flight to the east coast. On the plane ride back, I am happy to mark the last day of this trip as the first day in my countdown to our move out of NYC and into our new life together.


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A Taste of the Desert Day 7

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We woke refreshed, having gained an extra hour of sleep from switching time zones, and gulped down a cold breakfast. Armed with lunches, sunscreen and high energy we struck off for the Rim Trail, a 9 mile trek offering stunning views of the canyon, with the highest elevation point at 6,800 ft. The last time T and I were hiking at this altitude, I admit to feeling a bit winded. This time around, I handled the altitude fine as we meandered along the rim at the doddering pace of 33 minutes per mile, which afforded us ample opportunity to stop and marvel at every scenic outlet.


I noticed that T was so engrossed in the journey he nearly walked into a bush on the edge of the cliff, I laughingly pulled him to safety, successfully avoiding potential disaster. T has pinned me with a reputation for clumsiness, so it was particularly satisfying that, this time, I was the one saving him. After some rigorously scientific calculations, we decided that about 10% of our conversation was specifically allocated to me talking T out of committing very dangerous acts. Damn him and his over confidence; although, honestly, I like watching him saunter up to the edge of a mile + long drop, stare down and laugh like the world hasn't just dropped out from under his feet. Me being the more risk averse of the two of us, I crawled on belly to the very edge of the Grand Canyon and peered down. Afterwards, I scribbled three words in my journal: vertigo, breathtaking, dazzled.



We passed the evening with card playing (tying 375 to 375 in rummy) and laundry doing. Dinner was cheesy potatoes, asparagus and onions roasted over the fire. Dessert was a delicious half gallon of chocolate milk; we justified this calorie splurge as our reward for being counted as being part of the very small portion of tourists to complete the south rim trail entirely on foot.


I feel asleep remembering the days little delights. In the bathroom of the Grand Canyon South Rim Shop and Mountain Museum a sign over the toilet bowl gave me pause. In big, bold letters, it read: “WARNING: Recycled potable water. Do not drink.” I wonder how many people took a sip before posting a sign became a necessity?


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A Taste of the Desert Day 6

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Upon waking, T looks at me and murmurs, “I love waking up in your arms.” The words are bittersweet as today we travel to our last stop on this trip, the Grand Canyon. We both feel the sadness that comes with the nearing end of a great thing and are doing our best to stretch out every remaining moment. We indulge in a hot shower after enduring a swarm of nats while breaking the tent down and packing up our gear. T's response to the nat swarm: “Staying here is not a good idea.” So off we go, taking a short cut via Cottonwood Canyon road, a dirt road that takes us through the Grand Escalante.



Though it is tough on our little putt-putt, the short cut reduces about 1/3 of the driving and affords some beautiful views along the way; we pull over to take in the panorama and collect a stone. Tom still takes the time to point out every cactus flower and desert lizard that jets across our path. Seeing Tom marvel at the landscape and native animals compounds my enjoyment of the experience, and, as I am thinking this, T turns to me and says: “I love doing the things I love with someone I love.” Me too.


We reach Mather Camp Ground after six hours of driving the winding roads up and down and up again. We stop at the charming general store for supplies but find it is geared towards day trippers so a bit lacking in essentials. We hike over to the enormous and fluorescent grocery store to stock up on food. While there, I point out a massive sign with “eat a rainbow everyday” scrawled across it in bright colors hanging from the ceiling. T & I giggle over this, finding it way more funny in our low glucose level state then we normally would. T became a philosopher while checking out, responding to the clerk's polite “Have you found everything you’re looking for?” with a whimsical “Not in life....”



While we are feeling sluggish, we can't help ourselves and climb up the stairwell of the tall Watchtower at Desert View with the rest of the tourists for a spectacular first sighting of the Grand canyon. It was so vast and many layered that it looked as though it were a painting rather than the real thing...so majestic in magnitude and grace that I felt overwhelmed looking into its deep chasm.


Finally, we check in with the ranger and reach out tent site. Our section is aptly named 'Juniper Loop' and Tom and I joke about making juniper moon shine while setting up for the night. As soon as the tent poles are secured we scoot into the tent and spend some time cuddling and napping. We emerge a few hours later, in the nearly pitch dark, and Tom quickly makes a cook fire. We nom on some (humane) ham & cheese sandwiches, salad and popcorn then watch the embers die. While back in the tent, we listen to the animal sounds of the nocturnal world and I break out in goose bumps. I beg Tom to whisper ghost stories to me and he relents, relaying spooky bits from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark until we fall asleep in each other’s arms, warm & cozy. Today was so full of grandness.

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A Taste of the Desert Day 5

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We woke early and decided to move to a much more conveniently located site. Thinking it would be easier than breaking down and setting up the tent a second time, we chose to carry it the 600 ft. to our new temporary home. Our attempt at streamlining the move was thwarted by the sprinkler system in the patch of grass we had to cross. We didn't plan beforehand so there was no system in place to avoid the spray of water jettisoning toward our heads. With cat-like reflexes, T dodged the spray by putting the tent between it and himself; unfortunately, that left me exposed. I got a full blast of H2O and came out on the other side looking like a wet kitten. T's response to my look of exasperation? “It was either you or both of us...so I chose you.” How considerate of him.

We made it to our new, special campsite.

Excited to explore more of the Kodachrome Basin, we quickly changed into dry clothes and gulped down some fruit and a bowl of cereal. While driving out of the campsite, we passed a lone shoe lying on the ground about a quarter mile out from our own. Upon noticing the shoe, T remarked that, “That looks a lot like my tennis shoe, but it can’t be, because my shoes are back at the campsite.” We spent the rest of the morning taking in the Pink Cliffs as we hiked the short two mi jaunt to the Mossy Cave, located at an elevation of about 6,820 ft. The mossy cave turned out to be a cool alcove at the base of a drop-off in a narrow canyon. After petting the wet moss, we hiked out to a nearby water fall.



We were sun-soaked and sleep deprived but were determined to explore the petrified forest of Escalante. While, by our calculations, Escalante was a two hour drive away we were happily surprised to find that either our calculations were off or we had fallen into a worm hole without realizing it because the car ride took only 45 mins. That’s a far cry from two hours, but we weren't complaining! T & I completed a strenuous vertical hike that elevated 6,000 ft in just two miles. Along the way, we were able to see the many layers of striated earth, which showed us a glimpse into the dinosaur era. At the top, we were rewarded with a gorgeous view of a large body of water and the ethereal petrified forest.


Tom doing his best impression of a plank.

Happily exhausted, we returned to our camp site and couldn't wait to take our hiking boots off. Now wearing only socks, Tom went to the picnic table to retrieve the tennis shoes he left there from the night before only to find that one shoe was missing. I was rather puzzled by this predicament but Tom had a light bulb moment and gestured for me to get back in the car, “I think I know where my other shoe is.” He said, with a look of disbelief dawning on his sweat-stained face. We drove back to the lone shoe we had passed that morning and parked. It was on a man’s campsite, and as we walked closer to it, he walked towards us as if in greeting. As we walked, our eyes played tricks on us, one minute the shoe was definitely Tom’s and the next it definitely was not, until, finally, a couple feet away, it became clear that this was the brother shoe Tom was missing. The man chuckled when he saw Tom pick up his shoe and said, “I wondered when someone would be around to get that.” After an embarrassed grin and curt thank you, we were back in the car, shaking our heads in wonderment. “It must’ve been the Mountain Lion.” I said, in a hushed tone.


After a short rest in the tent, we made a stop at the campground market. Never missing a chance to replenish my stock of nonfiction, I picked up 2 books from the free book exchange: a Piers Anthony novel for old time’s sake and The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. T & I finished out the evening with some stargazing. We laid our sleeping bags outside on a platform and attempted to use T’s constellation ID’ing app. But, due to the lack of internet connection, it failed miserably. Regardless, it was a peaceful evening with good vibes penetrating us through our zipped together sleeping bags and as we lay curled together we bore witness to two shooting stars.


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A Taste of the Desert Day 4

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We woke up at 6:00 AM to watch the sunrise over the rainbow peaks of Bryce Canyon. The 35 degree morning was a stark difference from yesterday's 95 degrees. After washing my hair in the bathroom sink, I felt like I was minutes away from hypothermia. T saw me and said, “Your lips are a little blue, it’s a good look for you, like an ice queen. “ How lovely. T & I's morning routine (inventory of stuff, packing up tent & loading the car) have become routine and we do it quickly with numb fingers.

Blue watermelons?

On the way out, we stopped at the general store for gas, ice and hot chocolate. I spent some time reviewing our guidebook to find interesting hikes we could do at Kodachrome Basin state park, our next stop. Tom chatted with a very friendly ranger at the park's visitor center while I explored the nature center/gift shop. At the campsite, the first thing I noticed was the site's ideal location; it is situated in a valley which affords spectacular canyon wall views to wake up to...as well as some other interesting rock formations.

Well Good morning!

The second thing I noticed were the hot showers! It's our first stay at a campsite with any class of shower and we decide on the spot to extend our stay here to two nights. The packing, travel & unpacking has tired us out and we decide to take a quick power nap during the hottest part of the day before we head out for the day’s big hike. We've decided to hike the Panorama Loop and Big Bear Geyser / Cool Cave Loop trails. All together, it's an easy to moderate 6 mile round trip which winds along a red-rock basin and should take about four hours to complete.



We chose these hikes in part because of all the delightful sounding rock formations along the way! These include the alcove known as "Old Indian" Cave, the Ballerina Slipper (a graceful spire), the Secret Passage (a little nook within the wall of the basin) which led to the Cool Cave; as well as the formations collectively known as the Hat Shop (wide chunks of rock sitting atop narrower spires). We left the main path to follow the signs to each site, respectively, and particularly enjoyed the shade and intimacy the Cool Cave provided us. The soft silt trail is easy on the feet and had little elevation change. Hiking it provided many up close encounters with the native flora. T taught R how to identify many of these plants, including the Juniper tree, whose berries can be used for a variety of things, including survival food in the forest and creating gin spirits and, sometimes, both at the same time.


Hi Princess!

We had a lot of fun during this hike! Our hidden talent of speaking with heavy southern accents emerged and we began referring to one another as "ma" or "pa" while conversing, such conversations would inevitably end in laughing spells. We raced down small hills and let inertia pull us up on the other side. We passed puns back and forth and judged the other's quality of the pun. We were fortunate enough to have many bird sightings and, of course, the incredible views the Kodachrome basin provided. At one point, T remarked, "Did you know that pigeons and doves are basically the same animal?" R, "I had no idea that living in a city could so significantly downgrade one's value."


To us!

This was the second of two tough hikes that I completed back to back and I am beginning to feel like a pretty legit trailblazer at this point. After the hike, T & I relax our tired muscles at the camp site and T pours us a cup of white wine (twist off bottle, we didn't bring an opener!). We cheers'd to each other while taking in the cool winds and dusky sky of the evening. The temperature dropped significantly, down to 40 degrees, that night. T & I pulled our sleeping bags outside of the tent, snuggled up and took advantage of the clear night sky to stargaze. R, “I can see the curve of the universe.” T, “You mean the galaxy?” R, “No, I mean the whole damn universe.”


There were warning posters about mountain lions all over the campsite. The posters advised that, if you happened come across one, to do whatever you can to look as big as possible, up to and including picking up a small child and holding them over your head. This may be the only case where having a child with you could serve to benefit your odds of survival. As soon as I saw that poster I knew I was going to have an encounter with a mountain lion, and, later that night, I did…or, at least, I think I did.


In the midst of s’more making , I noticed a large, wild cat dragging our trash off into the underbrush and quietly called to T, (later he would say that my voice sounded strange). T noticed where I was looking and took a few steps towards the beast, which compelled it to run away. At which point, T fearlessly retrieved the bagged trash from beneath the brush and locked it in the car. For the next half hour I kept the flashlight on that spot as T teases me about my paranoia.


In the past 24 hours, T & I have hiked around 13 miles and after cleaning up the campsite, putting out the cooking fire and curling up in each other's arms, we easily slip into dreamland.

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A Taste of the Desert Day 3

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We woke up in each others arms, which probably had more to do with the chilliness of the morning than our mutual desire to snuggle. We shared a breakfast of champions – puffin cereal & soy milk - but forgot to pack bowls so improvised with a plastic croissant container. We packed up our gear and picked up cooler for our refrigerated items (cheese, deli meats, fruit, edamame, yogurt, onions, carrots soymilk) just in time as the bags of ice had melted to puddles in our plastic bags. We're leaving Springdale & Zion on our way to the steep, craggy cliffs of Bryce Canyon. Bryce lies at a much higher elevation than nearby Zion National Park and the Grand Canyon, varying from 8,000 to 9,000 feet, whereas the south rim of the Grand Canyon sits at 7,000 feet above sea level. The park is named after Ebenezer Bryce, who started ranching the area in 1875. Upon showing the canyons to visitors, he is said to have remarked, "It's a hell of a place to lose a cow."


We found the AUX cable outlet (it was in the glove compartment) and for the first time during this trip we were able to listen to something other than the static-y radio, yay! The light jams pouring out of Pandora were interrupted by our gasps as we sighted a Buffalo on East 9. We spent part of the two hour drive to Bryce stuck on a thin, ridge road behind a one-way tunnel. T explained to me that the SW & NE lane alternate using the one lane road. Talk about poor planning!


Utah traffic signs are beehives. Which, although not explicitly stated, must be in some way attributed to the, 'worker bee, hive-mind' philosophy of Mormonism. At Zion, there was a collection of 3 rock formations thousands of feet tall, 1 named Jacob, 1 named Abraham, and one named Meroni, notably more impressive than the other two, upon seeing it, T guffawed, ”The uniquely Mormon angel.” Somehow, I don't think it's coincidence that the names of the canyons are the very same venerable names found in Mormonism. T, "Weren't Mormons the ones who didn't allow black people in their religion until 1970 something?" R, "Yeah, black Mormons are just like gay republicans, misguided.”


We made a quick stop for supplies, including plastic bowls, in Panguitch, a town that I could only describe as a place that time forgot. As we get back on the road, I consider the days hikes and tendrils of anxiety creep into me. The Fairyland trail will be the most difficult hike I’ve attempted yet. It's eight miles of intense inclines and declines (we had to descend and then climb 2,309 feet) have been given a rating of moderate by the parks dept. Before taking on a moderate ranked trail, it is recommended that you be in good physical condition and have high stamina. By no means was the trek easy, but the stupendous views and incredible rock formations, (including the China Wall, Tower Bridge) was well worth the pain.


Tom remarked multiple times how impressed he was by my ability to keep up at his pace and even, at times, set the pace for both of us. Walking behind me, he described my stride as a, 'tireless march' and we sang "Little Pack Mule" a silly song I had made up a few years ago while urban backpacking my way through cities in Europe. I don't know if we enjoyed the sound of our own voices or if we just felt like we needed to make our presence bigger somehow in order to feel like something other than little lost ants amid the towering hoodoos and high canyon walls but as we humped through, we sang the hiking songs that I could remember from girl-scouts.


I know it wasn't the most difficult hike in the park, seasoned veterans would probably view the hike as a nice warm-up, but conquering Fairyland gave me a huge boost of confidence. I had triumphed over my anxiety, defeated self-limiting thoughts and excelled where I thought I would likely fail. The adrenaline rush was enough of an energy boost for me to bike back to the campsite with T. When we arrived to our rustic 'home' we decided we had too much energy to turn in now so hopped in the ‘lil putt putt and drove out to scenic points to enjoy the slow retiring of the evening sun. We were moved by the awe-inspiring views at Sunset, Inspiration, Sunrise & Bryce points. When we got to Bryce Point, I reassured it, saying, "Don't worry Bryce point, you’re just as inspiring as Inspiration point is, if not as elevated.”


Exhausted, over-stimulated and hunger gnawing at our tummies we head back to camp for a dinner of roasted onion, fingerling potatoes & corn on the cob with s’mores for dessert. My muscles ache when I finally lay down in my sleeping bag; I'm so tired I don't even remember falling asleep.

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A Taste of the Desert Day 2

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Wake up late at 9AM (which feels like 11AM for us, we lost 2 hours). We took advantage of the free breakfast at Care Oscars Bed & Breakfast then drove our little putt-putt (which is what we named our car) to Zion National Park in Utah. The winding, dipping roads are treacherous to drive on and the mood noticeably lifts once we are past the worst of it. We take in the gorgeous landscape as we check in at the Watchman Campground; the high canyon walls are punctuated by the numerous mesas surrounding us, “Every time I look around I’m startled” I exclaim, overwhelmed by thestratified layers of the rock formations and deep canyon walls of the Colorado plateau. The rock formations here have Native American inspired names like Navajo sandstone, Kayenta and Moenave.


Our first order of business, after setting up camp, is to pick up wet gear at the Zion adventure company to hike The Narrows. After seeing the equipment needed (which added up to around $100 each) and a training video that teaches you how to negotiate shoulder height water, we decide playing in the Emerald Pools is a better idea.


We spent a glorious 7 hours hiking in Zion Canyon National Park; mainly wading in the emerald pools & hiking along a 2 mile walk deep in the valley along the river. The bleached white,orange and red peaks which comprised the 3,000 ft high canyon walls made us feel like we had been swallowed by the earth.


An older couple chatted with us a bit, they told us in a disbelieving tone that it was 94 degrees out. We couldn't feel the heat but our bodies did tire out more quickly & seem to need much more water than usual. It felt like a tantalizingly dangerous climate; one could forget they were in the desert with the lush undergrowth, desert grasses and leafy trees. The plant life grows low to the ground, even the houses & buildings seem to hug the earth as though in deference to the magnanimous heights of these otherworldly rock formations.


I commented that I felt like I “stepped into another universe or an alternative reality.” The solemnity didn't last long as T came up with a new game, which entailed entirely of him hollering ”DETOUR!” and pushing us both off the path. This, somehow, led to the both of us skipping arm in arm as we sang, "We're off to see the wizard!" off-key and at high volume.


We took a break to pick up matching water shoes (50% off) and a camel water pack for R then decided to continue our explorations of the area by hopping on a very informative guided bus tour. The morbidity of one rock formation etched it's image into my memory, it had two long red vertical streaks that outlined a white triangle on it's rock face and is appropriately called the Alter of Sacrifice. At the end of the tour, we were exhausted and ready for dinner. We headed back to our site and T started a fire while I made quesadillas & s’mores. Curled up in the tent, I begged T to tell me more ghost stories, which he did without complaint, and as I fell asleep his words made their way into my dreams.


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A Taste of the Desert Day 1

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The day felt like it went on forever, and it nearly did, as it began at 6:30AM and didn't end until 3:00AM. We made a lot of ground, touching down in four states in one 24 hour period. We hopped in the taxi we ordered the night before that was waiting for us outside of our apartment at 8:00AM. It's a jerky 30 minute drive to JFK Airport and already we're making a list of things we need to pick up once we get to Las Vegas. Rachael needs a hat, Tom needs a fleece. A friend's text comes in with last minute advice to pick up aquaphor. While boarding the Delta 737 my flight phobia kicks in and I sigh with relief, a larger plane means less turbulence and there are 6 seats per row. The in flight movie is a wacky version of the Wizard of Oz from the wicked witches perspective. We snack on multiple packs of peanuts, pretzels & tomato juice (but no wine). Tom looks out the window, “It feels like we’re looking at an alien planet.” We speak in hushed tones while flying over the canyons. As we begin the descent, I squeeze Tom's arm and bury my head in his chest. The plane makes a stomach lurching landing at the McCarren airport and I can finally relax.


It takes 3 bus rides, but we make it to luggage pick up, grab our packs and head off to CVS to pick up a few last minute items. While there, the loudspeaker comes on and a less than pleased sounding cashier says, “Assistance needed in the liquor isle.” Startled by this pronouncement, I look across the store and low and behold there is a wall o’ liquor that runs the entire length of the far wall. Tom notices it the same time as I do and we exchange wide eyed looks, he laughs, “Las Vegas” I respond, “Yeah, apparently.”


We head to Wholefoods for dinner and are tickled to find that they have their own 365 brand wine. The 3 hour time change means I'm not hungry for dinner so I just munch on a snack, T is not pleased, “Peanuts do not a meal make, Rachael.” We sit at picnic tables in the middle of Whole Foods and Tom eats a real meal while a random old man repeatedly asks me if I'm Russian. This wasn't the only case of misidentification that day. When we picked up the rental car from Fox rentals an older guy approached Tom and asked what branch he was in. Paired with Tom's recent, high and tight hair cut, jaunty stance and the tan camo coloring of our vehicle, I could see how people could get confused. I told him he should've said Marine Corps, those guys are hard core.


As soon as we hit the Las Vegas border, the desert’s true nature reveals itself. There are no more imported palm trees, just native cacti and other flora. On the road, T is in awe: “The sea of power lines is so other worldly.” We roll down the windows and let the ethereal atmosphere soak into our bones. The air smells sweet as we drive through 3 states, Nevada to AZ to Utah. We made a quick detour before our ultimate destination to catch the sunset in the Valley of Fire, Nevada.


As Tom takes hair-point turns at 50 MPH our compact car weaves its way down to the Valley of Fire. “This land feels like it was made for giants & gods, not humans, everything is on such a grand scale.” T remarks, and he’s right, for the first time the iconic idea of the road stretching into the horizon becomes tangible to me. Riding into the valley, Tom turned to me and said, “Now this is a good example of a blue highway.” I asked what that was and he said, "small, forgotten, out-of-the-way roads connecting rural America."


We hike up a large rocky outcrop, looking for rock gollums along the way. Climbing here is like exploring the terrain on Mars. We rock scramble up a little peak of rocks amidst the red sandstone and stay there to watch the sunset. It was like watching the sun set the world ablaze as it slowly dipped below the rock formations.

R: “Being here make’s me acutely aware of how precious life is.”
T: “This really is a valley of fire.”


During the long, dark drive to the bed in breakfast room waiting for us in George, UT, Tom & I engulfed long mouthfuls of melted chocolate in the dark, me using my fingers to feed it to T as he drove through the moonlit desert.

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