Saturday, June 19, 2010

Moab 7! Rain and Water






From June 2010
I'm not sure if I could ever tire of the flaming red summer sunsets that are frequent in this land.




From June 2010
On this particular evening, Gus and I were driving to Moab in a nasty stormy wind. Not the kind of evening that you expect to see a light show.




From June 2010
However, as the view opened into Castle Valley, the Sun dropped below the cloud banks and illuminated the tips of all the mesa's and buttes.




From June 2010
I had been in a hurry to leave work, but was talked into a quick bight to eat by a friend. Had I not "relaxed" I would have missed this evenings gift.




From June 2010
A front row seat to the greatest show on earth.





From June 2010
Gus and I were not planning on using the tent, but as I came into Moab the sky's let loose a torrent of rain. I took cover at Tim's house. After the storm had passed we made our way to one of my favorite secret camping spots.





From June 2010
We really didn't need the tent, but had I not put it up we would have been wet for sure. Around 6 AM, in an instant, the day came alive as the Sun broke over the Moab Rim. The smell of wet rocks drying and damp sage was invigorating. I made toast on my dads 35 year old Coleman stove while Gus waited for his bowl of food. We were pretty happy with the world.




From June 2010
Tim met me for a ride. Our goal were some hidden pot holes that we new would be filled with water after the nights rain.





From June 2010
Already, much of the water was gone. The desert is thirsty and takes what it can get as fast as possible. The green that surrounded us told the tale, that water had been there recently.




From June 2010
Our potholes were about half full. Strange, as the storm was a strong one? Some were full, others were empty. Craig Childs writes about this phenominom in his book, "The Secret Knowledge of Water." He doesn't understand it, so I guess I never will either.





From June 2010






From June 2010
You don't get many days in June, in Moab, that are 74 degrees. Tim and I relished the crisp air, knowing that it wouldn't last long.





From June 2010


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