Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert.

Like sands through the hourglass...

The Gentleman’s Armchair

"If I were a cave dweller..."

“...I wouldn’t draw on my living room walls like a caveman. No, I’d draw on my walls like Basquiat. Not a big difference aesthetically, but a huge difference in artistic credibility.
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“A brick could be used to create a new society..."

"... a perfect society, where there is no inequality, there are no laws, and most importantly, there are no people. 
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Upcoming Adventures

The Paria River between Cannonville and Hwy 89 passes through some of the most isolated and remote country in the lower Forty-eight states

The Kitchen Creek area has a number of ruins including storage areas high up on the cliffs as well as a number of Rock Art Sites. The sites are spread over about 8 miles or so.

Deer Creek is rumored to contain petroglyphs and pictographs and possibly other interesting things.

Snake Gulch

A step back into history surrounds hikers with an amazing array of writings, etchings and structures left behind by ancient Native American inhabitants who once thrived in this canyon tributary of Kanab Creek.

We are now just waiting to see what the weather will be doing. After the last storm system that ravaged the area we are on a heightened alert.

Anthophobia Is Your Dose Of Weird Horror For Today

Anthophobia is a morbid dislike or even fear of flowers.

ANTHOPHOBIA | Short Film from valentin petit on Vimeo.

The trail markings were irregular and vague...

...a small, ancient cairn of rocks here and there....faint, weather worn petroglyphs guide the way...

“I think the key indicator for wealth is not good grades, work ethic, or IQ..."

..." I believe it's relationships. Ask yourself two questions: How many people do I know, and how much ransom money could I get for each one?”

Thoughts After a Recent Trip to the Tar Sands

by Sarah Stock

I feel powerless. I feel beaten down. I hear heavy machinery in my sleep. I see torn up earth when I close my eyes. Piles of mangled trees, still green from the life they just had, pulled up and pushed down into heaps at the bottom of a strip mine by the force of mindless greed that fuels the destruction of this earth. I see a tunnel bore into the side of the earth, oozing out a slow stream of black sticky tar, the remnants of ancient life that when burned unleash toxins and greenhouse gases that are dooming the world that I know now. Migratory birds that mark the seasons slowly stop coming back. I see a buck in the aspens and then notice that he has a large circular hairless growth on his side. When I swim in my river, the water that’s always brought me a deep calm, awe, and connection to the life force, I now wonder what is in it. I think of the fracking upstream. I think of the tailings ponds and impoundments of “waste water.” As if water isn’t essential for life, sacred.

I want my innocence back. But it is gone because I chose to open my eyes and my mind. It is gone because I was raised to ask questions. It is gone because my love of nature led me to study ecology and I learned that every single ecosystem on Earth is gasping for life in a rapidly changing and poisonous world. It is gone because I listen to my friends on the reservation when they talk about what colonization has done to their home and to their culture. It is gone because my parents taught me to look into the face of grief and acknowledge it. And now I want to look away, but I can’t because for some reason, through my tears, I still dream of a day when everyone cares enough to step out of the rushing stream that is the American Dream and stop working, so they can start feeling, so they can start daring to work together to make some deep changes, changes at every level. I can’t do it alone. It’s the same rugged individualism, the self sufficiency, the fear of others that drove my ancestors to the far reaches of civilization that stands in our way. It’s extraction, mindless consumption, single people in big houses, industrial agriculture, the endless search for profit and “growth,” the blind faith in an economy that only grows because it devours diversity, whether we’re talking about human cultures or species.

The hurdle I come up against again and again is our unwillingness to do the hard work of working together, of depending on one another. We have a tough job ahead. We must create something that doesn’t yet exist, we must find a new way of doing things that teases out the good from the past and uses imagination to transform the bad into a future that is better than the one being written by the fossil fuel empire. This won’t be done by a handful of non-profits, the president, or by new market mechanisms to curb green house gases. It will be done by people, using their strengths and their work to transform our relationship to the earth and to each other everyday. It will be done by regular people, getting in the way, disrupting business as usual, loosing their fear and reclaiming their power. These things are possible. Read some books, stay involved, change your life, grieve with me, and find strength in the power that we have when we organize. This is a plea for help.

Canyon Country Rising Tide

Flash floods kill 12 people in Utah

Authorities in Utah found four more bodies Tuesday in the aftermath of a flash flood described as a "wall of water" that swept away a van and an SUV near the Utah-Arizona state line Monday, bringing the death toll to 12.

nbcnews

Jello Biafra - White People And The Damage Done

“Maybe,” he said in a slow, rural drawl, “

"you could explain to me why I found you in the middle of an orgy.” “Well,” I said, “if you’re going to be in an orgy, the middle is the best spot, isn’t it.”

Paria Canyon Wilderness - Preparatory Probe

Sunday Sermon

It's round, freezing and millions of miles away, who gives a fuck !

After spending billions and billions on conquering space and bringing back a few stones, bits of dust and confirming the fact that no other living things exist in our solar system, scientists have decided to send spectacular images back from Pluto (I prefer the Disney version actually!).

By the way, I could have told you that no other living things exist in our solar system and NASA & co could have given me the billions instead! Anyway back to Pluto:

Round (yes as most planets are, I haven't seen a square one yet!), freezing bloody cold (yes it's even further away from the sun than our not so wonderful planet, logical indeed!). Takes a million years to get there and nobody in their right mind would want to go there anyway apart from a few homeless Eskimos maybe!

So our glorious scientists continue to throw billions and billions into their wonderful adventures into the great unknown (Well not so unknown actually, Da Vinci knew all about the constellation of the planets a few hundred years ago) while 75% of the earth's population live in poverty, die of hunger, disease and exist in shanty towns not even fit for our animal brothers.

Oh, and let's not forget, the planet Earth is ravaged by conflicts, wars and other such disasters, caused by yet another belief in the great unknown, religion (not quite correct, fanatic Muslims are convinced they are going to Allah after they blow themselves and other innocents to smithereens! Plus the thought of playing around with 72 virgins is quite enticing!)

So thank you Pluto for your wonderful surface images and to be honest, I'd rather look at Marilyn Monroe's round pieces!

The site lay about three hundred feet above the valley floor, on the talus slope of Black Mesa...