My laptop is dead. I think the motherboard is fried. As a result, posts may be more infrequent until I get a chance to have it looked at (probably sometime next week).
In the meantime, feast your eyes on Navajo Lake (alt. 10,000 feet — still frozen), nifty windmills, and your moment […]
Bryce Canyon was cool. Literally. It was rainy and cold. Consequently, there aren’t as many photos as there are of the other parks. I hope to come back someday when the weather is nice.
(But if the weather was cool, the people made up for it. The shuttle drivers […]
Zion National Park is the most photogenic place in the world. Really. It may actually be impossible to take a bad photograph there.
And if anyone tries to disprove that statement by pointing to the blackish photo with a big splodge of white in it towards the end of the album, let me […]
If I had to make them up, they wouldn’t be moments of zen.
The North Rim couldn’t be more different from the South Rim. (Yes, that is snow in the photos. And standing water.) At 1000 feet more elevation, the North Rim is less developed than the South Rim, but just as enjoyable. You have to drive through miles of the Kaibab National Forest […]
Photos from the drive between the South Rim and the North Rim. The first couple are from the Navajo Bridge over the Colorado; the last two are of the information station for the Coronado-Escalante expedition in the absolute middle of nowhere. The stuff the National Park Service sees fit to document never fails […]
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has this to say about space.
“Space,” it says, “is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly hugely mindbogglingly big it is. I mean you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space. Listen…” and so on.
You […]
I just had to share this particular moment of zen.
Not much to say about Monument Valley that the photos don’t say better. You can see the monuments themselves for miles before you actually get into the area — rising up in the distance like strange, massive ghosts.
I camped at Goulding’s — a sort of mini-town centered around MV tourism. (Let’s […]