Tracks of the StoneBear ROF= Ring of fire journey
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Firehole camp Utah Sunset Tuesday June 15, 2010
It's been a long day. A transit day, after a couple days Trout fishing at Flaming Gorge Utah, time to head north into the next leg... up into Wyoming. Firehole camp was not planned. Rock Springs was a transit point on I 80, too busy. After diverting 20 miles south down hwy 191 to this place... what luck.
Firehole Canyon camp is the northernmost edge of Flaming gorge, Green River. I guess you could call it the high,... arid plains.... Most call it desert. Yes, I am a High Plains Drifter. It is stunningly,... breathtakingly beautiful. Sunset is Wow! double wow !! Quiet, cool chill thin air. Thick air... even though it's thin... you can eat a breath of it it's so rich w/ pure. The few chimney spires of the rock formations overlook the lake/ reservoir, & the setting sun is serene. A good place to say a prayer.
About 1;30am+ up and out for a bathhouse pit stop... and I have to go back out for a little while to look at the stars. Pure Black Wyoming plains dark sky. NO city lights. Your eyes have adjusted and have their night vision. Oh God,... this is what you wanted me to see. I've seen many nights of Western sky/ stars in the most remote of arid plains in the Oklahoma panhandle, New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, Colo, Wyoming and Montana.... and this is one of the best yet. I could describe this in detail; ... if you had a few days to listen.
The heavens are in view. w/ the naked eye I can see the Milky Way. ... running across the sky. A clear white band of billions of stars... and the dark spaces are showing more billions of stars. Go back and get the binocs and lay in the road looking up -- there are no cars, no movement-- ... no one else out here , just me and the stars, just quiet, light breeze, 48*. ... and it's June. Sometimes the snakes lay on the road too. ... for the heat from the sun warmed asphalt.
It takes you to another planet. Another time and place... of how insignificant you are in the big scheme of things. To view the heavens as they were meant to be seen... come here. No wonder the native American Indians referred to life as the great mystery. ... I wonder what the Indians thought while star gazing. This is a powerful place. My heart will always remember here... and belong here. In the pure Black sky, in a few minutes saw a couple of shooting stars...
the brief mini-seconds of a shooting star here... would take me a few hours to explain the sight.
Oh Lord,... thank you for a wonderful day. I did not waste this view. ... and stand in awe.
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You never drink twice from the same stream.
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Firehole camp Wyoming Sunset
tuesday June 15, 2010 It's been a long day.
A transit day, after a couple days Trout fishing at Flaming Gorge Utah, time to head north into the next leg... up into Wyoming. Firehole camp was not planned. After diverting 20 miles down hwy 191 to this place... what luck.
firehole camp is the northernmost edge of Flaming gorge. I guess you could call it the high plains,... arid plains.... I call it the dessert. It is stunningly,... breathtakingly beutiful. Sunset is Wow! double wow !! Quiet, cool chill thin air. Thick air... even though it's thin... you can eat a breath of it it's so rich w/ pure. The few chimney spires of the rock formations overlook the lake/ reservoir, & the setting sun is serene. A good place to say a prayer.
11;30pm up for a bathroom pit stop... and I have to go back out for a little while to look at the stars. Pure Black Wyoming plains dark sky. NO city lights. Your eyes have adjusted and have their night vision. Oh God,... this is what you wanted me to see. The heavens are in view. w/ the naked eye I can see the Milkey Way. ... running across the sky. A clear white band of billions of stars... and the dark spaces are showing billions of stars. Go back and get the binocs and lay in the road looking up -- there are no cars, no movement-- , just quiet, light breeze, 45*.
It takes you to another planet. Another time and place... of how insignificent you are in the big scheme of things. To view the heavens as they were meant to be seen... come here. No wonder the native american indians refered to the heavens as the great mystery. This is a powerful place. My heart will always remember here... and belong here.
In the pure Black sky, in a few minutes saw a couple of shooting stars... the brief mini-seconds of a shooting star here... would take me hours to explain the sight.
Oh Lord,... thank you for a wonderful day. I did not waste this view. ... and stand in awe.
You never drink twice from the same stream.
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