A Canyon in the San Rafael Reef

I chanced upon whilst perusing MAPS (see jrnl for loc). There's no signage on the highway and MAP's directions are just plain wrong. But people manage to find it, just as I did.

I've no idea how far it goes; my limit is about a mile round trip.

Looking up through these huge walls, the sky transmutes to a solid.

Takin' Care of Bidness (TMI WARNING!!)

With the increasing cost of food & gas I looked around for ways to save. The bidet was a real discovery but setting it up proved to be too much trouble. 

But what led me to it, the bidet, that is, besides The Millionairess having had one, was reading about the Mideastern disgust at our method, of smearing it around. So, it finally dawned on me the reason they shake hands with their left is cuz they use the other to wipe themselves and maybe they don't have so much soap und wasser.

It's taken a bit of doing to overcome the aversion and some innovation to substitute for the bidet, but I'm proud to say that, on average, I'm now saving about ten dollars a month on toilet paper.

Through the use of a two-liter bottle as the main reservoir and an enema bottle in lieu of the bidet, nearly all residual material is eliminated; a few swipes of the fingers augmented with a steady stream from the nozzle-bottle and...voila! (The bidet was truly revelatory. It is astonishing how nearly all just rinses off if you don't "smear it around.")

A bowl of water and soap at camp to wash up afterward and we're good as new.

There is, of course, the need for a larger area since the spritzing (that's a German word) and swiping, when done properly, involve a bit more body action and "spray" than mere sitting. Thus, it behooves one to have some elbow room...and, at least in some places, to keep in mind that we all do it (no self-consciouseness).

Elbow Room &

Phoebe

Photo by She-of-the-Capri

She Of the Capri

I had a long day driving to Green River from Grand Junction, but it was worth it. It's been eight months since we've been together.

The Light of Green River

 

Advance Scout - Swazey's Beach

 

141 Overlook South of Grand Junction

I wish I felt more generous toward my fellow man, but my leanings are decidedly hetero. Thus, I rarely share the results of my gift to find my way home each evening.

Denizens of Grand Junction may recognize the view but the lack of traffic inclines me to think there won't be many. The road is rough in places, not real bad, just enough to keep the light-weights at bay.

The traffic noise floating up from the highway does, I admit, detract from the overall ambience.

Knowles Overlook - McInnis Canyons

Peoples' capacity to ignore the noise is, for me, a continuing source of amazement.

The campsites are spaced similar to the average campground, wherever that is. Regardless, the quiet is such that the yammerings of the young men camped a ways away easily carries to where I'm standing. And watch out for the children on motorcycles. 

The road is such that smaller vehicles do better - but some manage to get their trailers through.

There're (there's for the rest of you) several strategically placed signs warning camping is allowed only in designated sites. And those are only in the campground. Fortunately, I enjoy driving both ways...in and out.

Here They Come 

Ford 350 w 4wd

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