We (The Gearheads and I. For those of you who didn’t know, they are my brother and sister-in-law) checked the Thematic Photographic this week from our campground in Arches National Park and to our dismay saw that the theme was “Getting Colder”. Granted one of the reasons we go down there in October is because it’s colder, but with highs in the mid-70’s and lows in the upper-60’s it’s hard to get a photograph that implies cold.
So I start thinking, with the help of a little Bacardi, “Cold, cold? What’s cold in the desert?” Bing! The cold, harsh realities of life (and death) in the desert. I go traipsing around the park looking for some signs of the cold, harsh realities of life and death in the desert. Only problem? In a National Park the rangers tend to clean up the cold, harsh realities of life in and around the campgrounds. No sun bleached bones. Nothing being picked apart by scavengers. Well, unless you count the blue jay scavenging our pistachio nuts.Or maybe the bird learned a colder fact of life when s/he came back for more after we had put them away, ie: sometimes the food supply dries up.Just in case those aren’t cold enough, there’s always our camp tub in the snow that I took back in ought-3. And finally, from a while ago also, the juxtaposition of fire and snow, hot and cold. The bigger the camp fire, the colder it must be out there, right? P.S. – Since we live in an arid area, the only time we get to play with fire like this is when there is snow on the ground. Spring, summer and fall the flames never get more than half a foot high.
P.P.S. – Stories and pictures from the trip to Moab to follow. After I get caught up on a few things.