Cross Country Adventure: Utah

Day 8

20140701-151216-54736365.jpg
Hammock tented among tall aspens last night.

20140701-151408-54848762.jpg
Cold clear night becomes cool clear morning.

20140701-151457-54897989.jpg
It’s early and we’re all headed to Salt Lake to Simone’s place. Schuyler has to head to work. Simone is there already.

20140701-151749-55069179.jpg
Post- shower and France vs Nigeria we drive to the factory of the company Gregory skis for, RAMP in Park City.

20140701-152007-55207582.jpg
Reused.

20140701-152138-55298456.jpg
Bamboo, made in America, and love here.

20140701-152221-55341911.jpg
Gregory makes new friends with new members of the team.

20140701-152607-55567920.jpg
Pano.

20140701-152859-55739126.jpg
Hanging at RAMP and playing guitar.

20140701-153319-55999693.jpg
We depart with this RAMP employee and his newly created bike trailer. A rest day to see if it can go the distance. Twelve miles to and fro.

20140701-153520-56120770.jpg
Road construction from Park City to Salt Lake.

20140701-153703-56223843.jpg
We meet up with Simone and Schuyler and head to Hector’s for Mexican food and the view of the sunset.

20140701-153819-56299927.jpg
The only literature in the place.

20140701-154235-56555648.jpg
We stayed in Salt Lake last night. Camp fire in the back yard sipping scotch before bed.

Cross Country Adventure: Mississippi to Colorado

Day 4

Did not have a dull moment in Kansas.

Kansas at 3am and heat lightening. Occasional long bolts appeared on the horizon. Then the rain. Intermittently large spatters smacked the windshield, a torrent for 15 minutes or so, then calm and clear as though it had never been .
Closer to the center of the storm, giant chains danced all around us and across fields of vision, dazzling eyes. Attention to the conditions were on high alert. Wind pushed the Honda around the road.
I was unable to photograph the alien stretch of dark landscape of red lights strobing about us. Wind farms. Using a long exposure app I did manage to capture this:

20140626-090726-32846271.jpg
A little past 5am I’m unable to safely drive any longer. Tired and eyes crossing I pulled off at a rest stop. Greg and I traded driving again as dawn approached. I fell asleep with the sunrise.
A few hours later, I felt the car stop and awoke. We’re off 70, at a sign, turning, and stopping to walk here:

20140626-092332-33812412.jpg

20140626-092702-34022578.jpg

20140626-092734-34054529.jpg

20140626-092808-34088660.jpg

20140626-092921-34161931.jpg

20140626-093335-34415376.jpg

20140626-093403-34443733.jpg

20140626-093426-34466560.jpg

20140626-094920-35360253.jpg

20140626-094949-35389851.jpg

20140626-095106-35466237.jpg

20140626-095135-35495723.jpg
Balance.

20140626-095228-35548391.jpg

Moth

20140411-083440.jpg

Fallen beauty with gossamer wings
The passage of time will inevitably fade
Your former peak glory
Even now as I look upon you
I realize I have already forgotten
The totality of you
In the memory of my mind’s eye
The small details of my love for you
Flash in momentary images

Of your milky petals white
Of your red speckled throat bright
Of your delicate curling tendrils

Composed by Nichole Hastings