January 19, 2004

  • On The Way To Las Vegas

    I drove for two and a half days through fog held in place across most of the American west by a static inversion-layer-making high pressure system. Like, all the way from Yakima to the southern Utah border. Like this, for eight or nine hundred miles:

    The only exception was the stretch through the always-lovely Blue mountains of eastern Oregon. You can see the fog at the bottom of the valley (I'm trying to come up with a 'foggy bottom boys' joke here, but it's just not working):

    This valley is where I saw the first bird of prey on the trip, which looked to be a red-tailed hawk, but probably wasn't. I took a picture of it, but my new super-spiff camera only has 3x zoom, so here's what I got:

    Truly, an inspiring photo.

    The southern edge of the fog wore out just in time for me to take a detour into the western edge of Zion National Park, in the Kolob valley. Maybe one day I'll make greeting cards with this kind of stuff on it:

    More to come.