Spineless

One of the backcountry sites we reserved had a solar composting toilet. No idea how the solar part worked and I didn’t bother to investigate. I still preferred the nearby sandbox. Upon coming back late after sunset, we found a squatter at our site. I didn’t realize at first. As I headed towards my tent, my traveling partner and fellow photographer, Jacob Hanson, matter of fact told me that it wasn’t my tent. It was dark, but I know where I parked my tent by golly. And I figured he was just pulling my chain. But low and behold it wasn’t my tent. I’m sure I frightened the mystery man as I was confidently walking towards him and grabbed his zipper. Close call. That night we quietly ate some soup and called it a night.

Midnight Rider

I like to put a couple of my favorite things together: PB&Bananas. Coffee and chia seeds. On this occasion I went with mountain biking and photography. As I was packing the car, I decided to throw my bike up top. Spur of the moment decision. Turned out to be a good choice, if not out of necessity. I have a little coupe that simply won’t make it down some of these roads, but somehow, someway I’ve always managed.

Visitor Information

As I was driving out of Colorado and towards Utah, I decided it was time to stretch the legs. I took a favorite pit stop of mine. I always go right off this exit. I went left this time. I came upon a kiosk. Never heard of this area. Went back to the car and did a little googling. Found out this area has the second highest concentration of arches... in the world. Second only to Arches National Park. Sold. Not going to Utah anymore.

Misadventures

Tim Canfield. Photography.

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