Thursday 20 August 2009

Chilling out in the dry state


August 18 and 19
We just spent two glorious days at Flaming Gorge in a log cabin on the edge of a lake. We read our books, even caught up on one of the movies we’d downloaded onto the laptop and hiked on trails where we didn’t see a soul. We went on sunset walks and rowed on the empty lake – as in with oars – not quarrelling. In fact, the silence was so immense we only talked quietly to each other. We heard humming birds, crickets and the breeze through the pine trees, and at night the howls of the coyotes. A doe brought her baby deer to our door. There’s some pictures in this album.

We went riding along the edge of the Red Canyon Rim, 1700 feet above the Green River - just Steve and me and a wrangler called Wayne who said to Steve, “Kick your horse like your wife kicks you.” Steve said, “You mean in the nuts?” On the ride we saw just two people. We knew they were British because they stepped off the path and said “Sorry!” It turned out they came from Bristol.

Utah is a dry state. In preparation for this, Steve had bought a 2 quart bottle of whisky in Wyoming and then accidentally left it there. It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry.

Provoking the locals
This is a good game: asking people here what they thought of Brokeback Mountain. There’s invariably a long pause, then something like “Ma’am, I sure wish people would forget about that dang movie.” Have yet to meet anyone who has actually seen the film, but they have very strong opinions about it – a bit like some people were when Life of Brian came out all those years ago.

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