ginacherry

One of the last beautiful places on earth is underwater you know. I was thinking about this when I was talking to a good friend who was at that very precise moment communicating with me via his broken cell phone out in the middle of Utah- he and his girly were on the last leg of their 3 week trek across the Southwest and were in the process of descending the Colorado plateu with the last stop being Zion with a temporary excursion to Rainbow Arch. Utah, is magical and the very mention of the place sends shivers up my spine and the words take me back to an extraordinary time that will forever be burned in the corners of the memories of my hollow mind- have you ever been there?- it is wonderland- some have an attraction to the lush, the green, the gaudy beauty that is a verdant mountain top- it takes much different depths, points of view that make one appreciate the desolate nature of the unforgiving sun, the opulent landscape of the barren harmony that can only be imagined in something of yesterday- I use to lament the loss of my surroundings much more when I first had left the Southwest, my central intimate core of being- it takes more, much more patience to appreciate the loneliness, the red, the spires, the lack of your vulgar lakes, oceans, the clear blue waters and the achingly gorgeous evergreens that choke the landscape of these hills, mountains- The claustrophobic feeling took so long to leave me when I came here- if it was not the towering trees, then it was the man made structures that engulfed my existence- I miss the landscape that was big enough to provide me the expanse that my imagination, soul and creativity required and I in turn fed that hungry beast with dedication, love, fulfillment, my never ending loyalty- even now in my dreams, only the dry cracks and parched beds of earth are worthy of procuring my need, want,- the expelling of what it is that I am- just like the song, the very thought of you- you know the rest- So, you see, even in this monster of grotesque beauty, the most wondrous place on earth is forever buried under billions upon billions gallons of a man made lake- the consequence of progress, the Valley of the Sun spilling out from the Valley of the Gods- they haunt me- something haunts me- the sadness of never being there, in the absence of greatness, there exists now only the candy apply beauty of clear Lake Powell- rest in peace Edward Abbey

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