The peak of a basalt spinal column appears easily accessible from above. A little more than half a mile, no problem. The pursuit of a perfect view swaddled by a secret fear of heights. Not much required to conquer the … Continue reading
What do I see? It’s a dry pothole with trees at the lower areas so that you could not see the bottom. The rocks that surrounded the upper half of the hole seemed very unstable. I looked at the scene … Continue reading
The ground was mostly a dark, oxidized sand and basalt gravel with sporadic rock formations like cairns. This gave me a feeling of desolation, hinting someone had been there, only to find they had gone. We walked on an improvised … Continue reading
There is an uncomfortable sense in writing this place by description. The haggard floodscape is quintessential of an uneasy subject. One can identify the location, and perhaps it leads to an in depth comprehension. The longitudinal groove is a feature … Continue reading
The higher the climb the steeper the slope; finally, a bird’s view of the once obstructed end of Deep Lake. The lake stretches in front of me, blue-green against the red of the cliffs. Reflections of dusty red bluffs on … Continue reading
Fire blooms in the basin floor. It left behind charred remnants, planted still in the Earth. A raging inferno, razing the land, scorched remains, skeletons of once living trees. But from death comes rebirth, and once more the basin is … Continue reading
Our world is created by perception. To the naked eye, a valley is just a valley; the sage is just sage; a person is a stranger. In this light, ignorance is not bliss, it is blinding. I try to see, to understand … Continue reading