I am an addict. Agent Listorama is an addict. Neither of us can leave it alone. We are talking about red sandstone. We drove through the badlands in Theodore Roosevelt National Park. I was starting to sweat. I was getting nervous. I had been off the stuff for eight months. I thought I was going to be fine. I was minding my own business and then, WHAM. Right in front of me was some red sandstone. The only red stuff in the whole park. I could no longer resist. I pulled the car over, jumped out and started snapping pictures. Aaah, the rush feeling you get when confronted with red sandstone is indescribable. I gotta have it.

We are heading back to Utah in the fall for another dose. Arches here we come.