We're baaack!

Patty Larkin was amazing. She writes all of her songs, and plays a mean guitar. No, the guitar was as nice as any other, but she creates a lot of music from just the one instrument. There was no band. The venue was a small storefront converted for performance. There were 100 seats and fewer than a dozen were empty. She told stories between songs that were funny. When the condensation started dripping from a vent in front of the stage, she added song lyrics about it.

We also went to a place called Red Tanks where ancient graffiti (rock art) tells the story of a mountain lion pouncing on a bull elk, two coyotes (or wolves?) in the act of making babies, and other images of unsure meaning. The creek was running just enough to make a pleasing sound and to fill the pools with clear water to reflect the red cliffs.

Greg showed me a place where I could gather some flat rocks for my patio expansion project. We watched the moon rise into a beautiful clear sky, then the next morning I woke up early enough to watch the beautiful sunrise into a partly cloudy sky that came afire in oranges and pinks. It was 20 minutes before I could see clearly again. The sun is BRIGHT!

I have to go now, those rocks won't get out of the jeep and into the back yard all by themselves.

Rocks generally like to stay in one place for years at a time. They take Newton's Laws very seriously.