Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Crazed without sunshine, following 3 months in Alaska, Connor & I were craving hot weather, and warm water. We had no idea what a magical place we were about to venture into.
It was Stella’s first big river trip.
The Green River is a bird paradise. The subtle sounds of chirping; a constant lullaby and the sweetest morning serenade.
Here, water wedges trenches in the earth, exposing wrinkles of the past. Our existence a mere blink, a moment, a spec of dust among a great wall of time.
Life depends on the river. So much could not exist without it’s meandering through this harsh land. Ease among the harsh desert moonscape; a vibrant labyrinth of nourishment.
It nourished us as well; a necessary escape from the heat.
Bird of paradise.
A great escape. A nice reality, if only for a while…