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Last days in Utah

There are times when the beauty of life strikes me and I am stunned and capable only of standing in awe.

There are times when I attempt to capture that majesty, and its memory along with it, in a frame.

Then there are times when basking in the temporal beauty of the moment and willingly letting the moment pass away and die is infinitely more beautiful.

Then, upon recollection, the memory gives its self up to imagination and the experience becomes more powerful.

There is a delicate bitter-sweetness in knowing that beauty lived and died before your eyes.

And only once do we find ourselves the actor in its midst.

3191990-10222009

Lately

Written by Jeremy Jones:

Swiped from http://blog.jonessnowboards.com/page/12/

I had been tossing around the idea of camping out for a night in Big Cottoonwood Canyon when I first found this particular trail on Storm Mountain about a week ago. It treks into some of the most amazing scenery filled with sharp mountains that jab at the clouds and a cold mountain stream that reminds you that even Deer Park isn’t the real deal. Rollins words, Get out before you find a reason to stay in, drove me from the house around 6:30pm and after an hour of biking and hiking I was at camp gathering firewood. I spent the next 3 hours warming next to the fire, reading, listening to timeless water pour over quartzite and granite stones and watched the wind carry my thin, pale smoke down into the valley below while the stars dotted the moonless night sky.

When I noticed the wind change directions I became aware that the air had gotten slightly warmer. I then looked up to examine the sky and found thick dark clouds above me and a wall of black creeping over the ridge behind me. I then decided to pack up my skeleton camp of sleeping bag and pad and took out my oversized rain jacket so I was ready just in case things got ugly, but I couldn’t shake the bad feeling about the situation. When I looked back again the wall was nearly on top of me and just as the first drop of rain hit I shook the fire down and began navigating my way over rocks and streams back to the wooded path via fading headlamp. The storm had me tailing it back to my house. I could see lightning and heavy rain fall in the bottom of the canyon where I was headed but there was a road there and that was more promising than staying put. All down hill made the return trip fast. I made it home with an adrenaline high.

It was more than I was prepared for and exactly what I wanted.

Turn on your computer, turn off your brain.

The cross read:

To ?bot The INSANE HIKER

RIP Dec 3, 188? - June 17, 1979

It was inconspicuously tucked between some rocks half way down the north face of the mountain.

Taco Doomo

West -> SLC

In case we havent met. Thanks Hechts!