There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Capitol Reef. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Capitol Reef. Show all posts

07 January 2016

Petroglyphs & Tanks

The main road through Capitol Reef National Park turns from asphalt to dirt after a few miles. My little car slowly makes its way over until I reach the end of the road and the start of the hike into The Tanks.
Towering walls on either side of the trail keep one cool and comfortable for most of the way to the Tanks. Before that though, you come across petroglyphs left most likely by the Anasazi Indians of yesteryear.
A couple of miles later, a sign points me in the right direction to go explore the Tanks region.
Full of frozen ice pools and picturesque rock formations, I wander from trail to trail, jumping to and fro, relishing in this desert wonderland.

It's a nice place to escape the world of mindless sheep and just listen to your own echoes.

04 January 2016

Capitol Reef from the road...

After hiking the Fremont Gorge trail, I ventured into the empty Capitol Reef National Park to see what my next hike would be.

I only had grazing deer to accompany me as I paid the ten dollar entrance fee. A three plus hour drive that started before morning's light has led me to this point.
I was somewhat surprised with the stark desolation of this place. I capture the roadside scenery as I slowly make my way deeper.

Eventually, I find the end of the road, and the start of a trail.
The road holds red rock beauty, but it's now time to stretch my legs once again, and push the boundaries of my will and sanity.

29 December 2015

solo in a National Park

Only the deer scatter as the wanderer steps onto the Fremont Gorge trail. No other visible signs of life to be found.

The sun is shining bright on this December morn in the high red rock desert. He straps on the googles for solar flare protection, and starts walking.
Water is hard to ration with the sounds of screaming fans in his head. He tips the canteen and lets the last cool drop slip down his parched lips before his tongue licks the moisture with the flick of a dragon.

The crowd roars in delight at his suffering.
Looking out over the vast stadium of life, he points to the sky and shouts to the heavens,
"Don't you wish you were here!"

Yet only the streak in the sky from an airliner going East responds. The wanderer follows the white plume, hoping to find understanding in this harsh and unforgiving planet.

11 December 2015

The Uranium mines of Capitol Reef

"In the 1920's, raw uranium was ground up and mixed with drinking water or worn in packets in waistbands to cure rheumatism or other ailments."

In the vast and empty expanse of the southern desert, the lone wanderer stumbles upon a warning sign left by a population of yesteryear.
He straps on a gas mask, and slowly proceeds to the entrance of the mines. Curiosity outweighs safety, yet he won't linger long. Besides, he only wants to find another sign of life out here, even a nesting big-eared Townsend bat will do.
The light is too bright for the nocturnal creatures, but faint images on the mine's ceiling and the scat on the floor point to recent life. It gives the lone wanderer a shot of hope in the desert wasteland.
He carries on through the emptiness of Capitol Reef in the December winter, searching for signs of the living, a spring of running water unpolluted by the recent decay of the human world.