Monday, September 15, 2014


I believe in adventuring.
My dad was always a good Adventurer.  We'd go see out-of-state amusement parks (Dogpatch U.S.A, Six Flags, Astro World), we'd go dirt-biking (motorcycles) out in the red Oklahoma dirt.  We'd go down to San Luis Pass (Galveston, Texas) and go floundering and camping.... and have to take our shoes off to dump out the little crabs that had crawled in our tennies in the middle of the night.
My husband, Eric, is an adventurer, too.  He grew up shootin' out in the west desert, fishing the Provo river, hiking the arches, and gathering pinenuts from the trees in the fall.

My babes will be able to say the same.   I grew up adventuring.

The thing about Utah is.... you kinda gotta just love it.  It could look boring or ugly at times, I suppose.  There are some sagebrush covered hills that I don't marvel at too greedily.... maybe I daydream as those miles fly by.
But -and I think this might be true of anywhere, though I don't really know- it's a wondrous world, out there.

Yesterday we headed out, west.  We were going to the Pony Express Trail.  We were looking for snakes, and coyotes, and we'd hopefully make it out to the most remote nature preserve in the continental United States.... Fish Springs.

For the locals, we went west on 80, aaallll the way to Timpie, and changed south on highway 196.  Amidst the beautiful bright golden hills and the dark volcanic rock, right past Dugway, we found a watering hole.

With wild horses.

Wild horses.

There are a few things on my "always wanted to see" list.  You might imagine that a band of running wild horses to be one of them.

There were these, above -including the ones in the water- about fourteen of them, I think.  Something moved Out There, getting my attention-- I saw two playing together... running side by side.

After I caught my breath, they stopped, and watched us.

Eventually they moved toward us, and the rest of the herd.

I'm not sure what was happening here, exactly, but it was magnificent to witness... extraordinary.

After we had our fill of being with our band of wild things (if one could ever tire of such a thing), we moved down our dirt road.
There were ravens and crows

red-tailed hawks and antelope

another, lone, wild horse...

eventually we made it to Simpson Springs--a Pony Express Trail station.

History comes to life for us on these adventures of ours.
We not only talk about what we're seeing and what went on here before, but related things we've individually experienced.

Yesterday I learned (from Trevelyn) about Castle Bravo, and its 15 megatons of force.

From Eric, I learned about a banishment of islanders (mormon converted islanders), that were sent out into this (what had to seem to them) barren place to live out their lives.
Iosepa, Utah.

I love our home.

I can't imagine loving
and appreciating a land

more than I do this beautiful, wild place.
It's a wonderful, adventuresome life.


  1. I think I'll be moving to Utah now. All we've got here in Ohio are buzzards and coyotes!

  2. we saw pronghorn on our trip out west (alas, not Utah...this time) and they are so exotic against the monochromatic landscape - they look like they belong in africa! and those horses...just, wow.

  3. Again a lovely post for someone who lives in a whole 'nother country - you show us your home in a way that makes me want to explore too. One day, but in the mean time thank you for taking me along on your adventure.


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