What happens to rain, indeed. I wonder whose perspective it is that portrays 'the life blood of the world' as existing for the sole purpose of ending up in Lake Powell and producing electricity for businesses.
There you are. Another Escape from Alcatraz-esque quicktrip down south.
Right now, my prose is much less than muscular or energetic; I'll leave you with this sampling from the areas between Boulder Mountain and Escalante over the weekend.
3:19 PM
Rain becomes money, and there is a God.... top