Arrest this

Time for that healthy release of pent up aggression. Pardon the foray into realms usually omitted from this area. I mean, the line has been crossed again and again. However, this latest breach really gives me the red ass.

We’re all a bunch of flakes. Crunchy crunchy, tasting good with ketchup. So do not meddle in the affairs of dragons. All the best intentions, only some of the backup.


What are the chances that this one might be arrested at some point for being declared an enemy combatant? Clearly disrespecting authority already by pressing her mouth and face against the shop glass, making faces at strangers. What are the chances that I'll disappear at some point because someone claimed that their violent action against the federal government was influenced by this post? How would you know if I was being held in preparation for a military tribunal?


All of this, all of it, is an idea. Live for yourself and your white picket fences, live to bring joy to those around you, lock your doors, love unconditionally, ignore your neighbors, say what you mean in truth and fear the future. Choose.


It is heartbreaking to see a parasitic species as the largest threat to biodiversity and the cause of another mass extinction. Yet, the world doesn’t care one way or the other. No anthropomorphism there. One source of the beauty, magic and fear instilled by nature, as defined in terms of the prevailing sentiment of our civilization being separate from it, is its stoicism - life will continue in one form or another. Choose what you want to do about it.

See what you want to see.

Cheers

To a new Cozza. Welcome to the world Mikey!

And to a new couple. Congratulations Danielle and Casey!

The Fall colors are here, the food, showers and ATV free,




but something is missing.















This is not my beautiful house. How did I get here?



Yet, I've found that some ideas are good ones.

















Frustrations, social awkwardness, misunderstandings, indecision, revelations, beauty left unsung, happi-/sad-ness, hope - all these come in this product. Act Now Act Now. Step right up.

Iron, Lion

Zion.

Next?

Pretty Bullion Falls. Should be good. Who said there are no flowing water canyons near Southern Utah? The only difficulty will be the approach, with the evasion of old mines and private property filled with chained up dogs and shotguns. I might bring the Sledneck to speak some Boomhouer and Itellyouwegetrightonthroughwhooowee.

Further.

Moab was good to me.









An astute observer could notice the Chocolate Drops in the Maze District.

Moab and...

Undescended canyon out of Arches (con Zach). Led to a couple of opportunities:

1. First time in Arches. This is good.
2. First time to ever see some of the rock types we ran into. This is good.
3. First time to try to using the 'Slick', also good.
4. I had to jug a rope, despite my strict policy (not so good).























5. We had to swim across the Colorado. Bloody cold! No, Farqin' cold. (Best not to try to get over to the Fins from the Needles District right now.) Quite a flow, and this was above the Confluence.






All in all a good outing, despite my experiencing cold shock. Look, the use of yet another gerund! Booyakasha!

Keepin'

on



























Keepin' on

Back to UT

Listed as a hobby, it's time.

A tirade

Actually, just a couple of random pictures:

Mexico, last May:


Queenstown panoramic:

Now we celebrate:

And there was random dancing to the Pointer Sisters and Animal, as we use Autostitch for the first time posting:







Friends Mike, Dan and I headed into a canyon up near the Mogollon Rim in Arizona. 'Twas my first time into a canyon since before the wedding. But I figured enough scruffiness had returned to the face and enought days since the last shower to warrant a return to the slots...



Short and sweet, in the rain. One great rap at the end. If you're going to get wet anyway...

The end. It's here.

Oh, the horror. It can't be taped. If it can't be taped, it can't be worn. If it can't be worn, my alias can no longer be Zoe Ray. Damn.

For now:

Pending the results of the written test, I can again be classified as certifiable. More pictures of the course will come in time, but...

True to form

So Sedona... Despite the bongo-playing, crystal-wearing, vortex-hugging inhabitants, we have thus far managed to entertain ourselves on ropes without too bad of scenery.



More importantly, we spend our time in the shade. Sure it's September, but this is still monsoon country.

























Look. Even Canucks can do rebelays. They carry special pouches with mayonnaise to dip their chips in. How clever.








Time to clean up. Testing is tomorrow. Hopefully another merit badge for the sash.












The rag tag crew: