We call our truck Mister Hanky. It's our motel room on wheels. In a brown truck with a white shell, we glide through the hamlets in hick country, watchful law enforcement smiling and waving. A tiny "namaste" sticker in the back window is the only indication we are not rednecks.
Our destination:the remote area on the south slope of the Uintah Mountain Range.
On Monday, we walked on a frozen creek, listening intently for cracks as water rushed inches beneath our feet.
Life, suspended.
Applied geometry.
I knew I couldn't capture it, the way the water burst through the ice. But I snapped the shot anyway, hoping that seeing the futile attempt to freeze the moment, the experience would flood me - buzz of water on rock and ice, stinging cheeks and nose, juniper tang.
House in the hills.
The dogs are in heaven on the homestead. Yes, Cassie wears sweaters because she gets cold doing what she loves. Thanks to K's work on her wardrobe, she's the best dressed hiking dog I've ever met. Lucky little bitch.
Have I mentioned yet that Cassie the Shih Tzu-Eskimo humps Aki the Rotty-Blue Heeler? She really goes to town, jackhammering away on his hip, his back, his head. He must like it. He gave her a post-hump cuddle.
1 comment:
Those are GREAT pictures. Looks like all of you had a wonderful time.
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