The Moab workshop went reasonably well, although it was not a workshop so much as a composition session…and yes. I still owe SCT a piece. I think about it often.
Kills me, sometimes, how pieces can flow or not flow…how, at least for me, it’s dependent upon the abilities of the players, too…and how some things can just gel, and other things are like pulling teeth.
I’ve been able to get out ino the desert a bit this time. Slept out under the stars one night. Did a calm float down part of the Colorado. Went and hung out with friends in Arches one night…oh. I also went about 30 yards down the slickrock bike trail before I thought better of it and headed back to the start.
Kristy did the Practice Loop. Kristy Rocks! I figure I am way behind the curve when it comes to utilizing things…like, oh…gears…and being without health insurance and all, it’s better safe than mangled.
Honestly, for that level of adventure and death-defying excitement, I’d rather be in a raft.
The best thing about being out here is being faced with so much raw, natural beauty. It’s been raining quite a bit, so there are wildflowers in bloom and things are much greener than I am used to seeing them. There’s also a bit of perspective to be gained in learning more about the geology here, in particular being able to see the age of the dinosaurs come and go in layers of sandstone. 160 million years. Meteorite impact. Poof. Gone. It’s a glimpse of impermanence among the rock formations which seem more timeless and eternal, but then even the rock, itself, tells a humbling tale.
There is evidence of a local mass extinction (meteorite impact) on top of evidence for the global mass extinction (KT event). There is also evidence pointing to this desert being a tropical rain forest and also been part of a tidal flat system and part of an inland sea. This part of the continent was even equatorial at one point, too. Who knows what’s coming next…!?
It’s all fuel for the creative fire. It’s a way to expand my mind…my heart, too.
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