Toadstool Hoodoo
We left the beautiful meadow and drove north through Navajo country. Stark and sad and beautiful. Sandstone cliffs surrounding miles and miles of dry brush as far as my eyes could see with little pockets of humanity. Old mobile homes on cinder blocks next to thrown together out buildings, cars and old trucks clustered around each other like a kid’s matchbox car collection and every now and then a Hogan (Navajo Round house).
Destination: Lake Powell on the Arizona/Utah border. There’s camping right on the shores of the Lake and it’s lovely. Even when the wind is blowing 35 miles per hour with 55 mph gusts. Well, that part isn’t that cute. But when the sun is shining and it’s warm and the water is still and the only thing you can hear is the flapping of the crows wings as they circle around looking for treats…that parts nice.
Lake Powell
Hail storm Grand Escalante
Sandstorms, hail, sunshine and cold. Woo hoo!!! Utah in April. It’s a magic show. One minute it’s this and the next, it’s that.
It’s everything.
Namaste.
Planting Along The Verge 
Everything. Earth and sky and water and fire. Beautiful. I miss you guys to pieces.
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Miss you too! So grateful to have your blog to read and savor.
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A satisfying number of unknowns.
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Hi Joanne, yes, indeed! I’m learning to embrace the unknown. Or at least make it my friend.
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Truly, you and Scott are having the most amazing adventures, and showing to rest of us how to live. I’m taking notes. I’m growing brave. Thank you. I love you.
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It is an amazing adventure for sure, and I’m so happy to have you along. Love you!
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It’s probably been 20 years since we went to Lake Powell but It’s unique beauty has stayed in my memories. What a magical, yet eerie place! So enjoying your travels. Namaste y’all.
Xoxo
Barbara
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It is otherworldly here. Like much of Utah! Thanks for coming along. XXOO
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