Where rocks call home

A week ago I went on a day trip to the lovely state of "Potatoho" with my dad and brother. It was to a place that my father had always wished to visit, being a rock climber in his younger years, but never did. My father's advanced age keeps him from enjoying many things.  Without mom around, it's up to his boys to get him out and have an adventure. I got to use an sweet Nikon to take some shots. I took so many shots, but these several I thought would make for a succinct post. There is so much more to this place; here is a taste.

I still can't believe that I took this shot.  I can't take credit for creating the landscape, the weather, and the lighting, but I sure as hell know where to stand, point the camera, and shoot.

I had to get one awkward self portrait of myself to prove that I was there.  Since then, I cut my hair and joined a cult--it was that powerful a place.  Well, it wouldn't be the first time that happened, a-tee-hee!

Pioneers be taggin' this shit.

One of the many things to look forward to after the "harvest" of man: views unobstructed by modern civilization.

Fifty miles to the horizon and thirty to Highway 81, via dirt roads.  You don't have to go this way, but where else are you going to see such beautiful nothingness?

I've done a couple of awesome hikes as well that I will post about in the future. Make sure to click on the photos to enlarge them.