Wednesday, April 27, 2011 - Recapture Dam Recreation Area, Blanding UT
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White Canyon, Fry Canyon UT, April 22, 2011
North or south, that's the question
Which way from here. Tomorrow my mail should be in at the Blanding postoffice and I can head out. In a few days I need to start the push to get back to New York around June 1st. The rough plan has been to head north from here to skirt around the Rockies. It's really a bit early in the season to be going through them and it now looks like it may be a bit early in the season to be going around them to the north, up along the western edge of Colorado and across southern Wyoming. The last few days here in Blanding have seen record or near record cold nights. I'm tired of cold - and spoiled by the last couple of weeks in the warmth of Arizona, Nevada and southwestern Utah. But I really don't feel like going around to the south of the rockies only to end up in the usual corridor eastbound. I'm tired of that too. I'd rather take a more northerly route.
So I will. A fresh route eastbound trumps the cold.
Night camp
Boondocked - Recapture Dam Recreation Area, Blanding UT
- Verizon cell phone and EVDO service - no signal
- Locate the Recapture Dam Recreation Area on my Night Camps map
- Check the weather here
Life is to be Lived, Not Controlled
No indeed, the world is just as concrete, ornery, vile and sublimely wonderful as before, only now I better understand my relation to it and it to me. I lived a public life and attempted to function under the assumption that the world was solid and all the relationships therein. Now I know men are different and that all life is divided and that only in division is there true health. Hence again I have stayed in my hole, because up above there's an increasing passion to make men conform to a pattern.
.... Whence all this passion toward conformity anyway? - diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you'll have no tyrant states. Why, if they follow this conformity business they'll end up by forcing me, an invisible man, to become white, which is not a color but the lack of one. Must I strive toward colorlessness? But seriously, and without snobbery, think of what the world would lose if that were to happen. .....Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.