Awesome spot. Sitting in the breeze under a gibbous moon with a pine fire at my knees. I'm somewhere above Glendale, but can see and hear no civilization. Got cell, though. Said goodnight to the girls. To get here required that I move a 20 inch white fir from the road. It worked out OK, except that when I went to roll it, the branch broke and I impaled myself on the stob. Might have had to go home but in the end it wasn't too bad. As the sun set, I went out to the point and made some pictures of the Paunsaugunt. I thought, as I stood there, this is the country of Fray Escalante, and J.W. Powell, and M. Dixon, and even Bishop Lamy. But it isn't the country of the motor-head from Phoenix or the bobo from Salt Lake. Please, God.
Beautiful image, Drew.
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