May 30, 11:51 am

[maribou]

I'm a few miles outside Green River, Utah. Last night's beauty was of the magnification-leads-to-awe variety. Today's is, for me, alien, like the beauty of Mars. Only the sky is familiar, in this particular stretch. The land is yellow and purple and a strange purply-yellow red I've never seen before. The green, even now at the tail end of the rainy season, is dusty and stubborn, like the raw beginnings of a terraforming project. Are there those for whom this landscape is as comfortable and well worn as my own riparian forest/meadows are to me? I suppose, but I find it hard to imagine. The flat-bottomed salt bowls and suddenly towering squared-off bluffs seem to demand a choice: visions or despair. Hard to imagine anyone could be used to them.

50 miles later, and I'm back into magnification territory, still alien though greener. Heart-stopping awe. Jay says it's as though the tops of the cliffs are trying to fly away....

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[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

I love it out there. I love it SO MUCH.
Total envy.

And yes. When I'm out south of Green River I feel completely at home. I breathe and think 'this is what I was born for.'