[Redacted] doesn't have the photogenic appeal of Utah. So it takes a little effort to let its charm creep into you. I am happy to say that I have made it work.
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| Last rest stop for migrating birds before Lake Mead? |
For instance today we biked up a uniform ramp on the way up to a range of sharp mountains. There were several good campsites. Empty of course. On the return trip, there was barely a need to touch the pedals.
I got in the van and drove away, in the usual mildly euphoric mood after a ride. Surprisingly the local rodeo grounds was full of horse trailers and pickups.
Rodeos can be a big spectator even in a western state, but I never enjoyed them all that much. But this rodeo was different -- it was purely for kiddies. Imagine nine-year-old girls on full-sized horses, engaged in barrel-racing. The horses ran flat out! Giant, powerful, fast animals -- 'steered' by a girl who weighed maybe 85 pounds! I loved the way the girls' pony tails blew out horizontally behind them.
What a remarkable statement that was of the partnership of homo sapiens and horses. Horse culture does appear in history and anthropology books, but deserves more emphasis. But after all, look who writes history books and look where they live.
Some of those young cowgirls had pretty snazzy costumes. Some of the horses had pink ankle wraps. Ah well, girls will be girls after all. Or maybe I should say, 'Moms will be moms.'
It is a nice feeling to travel without planning and let things pop up, and let them surprise and delight you. Hardly anyone in the travel industry will mention this, not because they disagree with it, but because there is no way to make money off of it.
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| El Nino is up to his old tricks. |
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