The Evening Redness in the West

Indian Creek, Utah.  End of my first day of splitter climbing, last November.  No scalphunters or gigantic, bald, erudite, bloodthirsty demons encountered.

Delicate

The iconic Delicate Arch, sunset.  I wonder if, when the erosion starts to seriously threaten the stability of this thing, the Park Service will do a subtle little bolt-n-glue.  Granted, they have let other arches or towers fall, but this one is such a draw, such an icon, such a reason to a pay a $15 entrance fee.  Could they allow nature to take its course?

King of All He Surveys

SZ looking out over the Indian Creek valley.  He has huuuuge...tracts of land.  (What, the curtains?)

We Be Jamming

SZ in (a crappy, sketchy, sandy) hand crack at Second Meat Wall, Indian Creek.  No fewer than three people, myself included, bailed off of this moderate.  It was a cold morning and a weirdish route- there were face feet, which should make a splitter easier, but they were so sandy that the wall just exfoliated under your shoes and you felt like they could pop at any time.  The sandy crack made the gear less trustworthy too.  But mostly I think we just didn't have our heads in the game for the day yet.

Natural Light

Evening sun through denuded cottonwood trees, in the valley between the cliffs of Indian Creek.  A break from pictures of climbers.

Ruins on the Mountain

Looking down the Khumbu valley towards the inexorable, inevitable evening clouds rising over Ama Dablam.  These ruins are on the east side of the river, across from the "village" of Duhgla.  We...should not have been on that side of the river as the sun set!

On the Terrace

The thermal terraces of Mammoth Hot Springs, Yellowstone.

Painterly

Looking down on the thermal pools that make up the aptly named Artists' Paintpots, Yellowstone.

'Sworthy

The Andy Goldsworthy wall, Storm King Art Center, a fall day.

Steaming springs

From the level of the Grand Prismatic itself, all you could see was steam.  I was momentarily devastated, until I saw people wandering around in the hills on the other side.  Had to get back in the car and drive to the next lot for access, but fortunately we had bikes!  Quick ride back up the trail, and then a scramble up the hill through a blowdown and we could see the spring the way it was meant to be seen.