Winter Camp Wash Amphitheater (Arches National Park) view map
Here I am becoming one with the rock in an attempt to understand the wonders of the universe. The sand at lower right is the streambed of Winter Camp Wash, slightly moist from recent rain.
Joe Tripod (He Who Supports My Camera in the Field), had to stand in that moist sand. I had to brush the sand off his feet before we continued.
Yes, I was enlightened, but I found that enlightenment is mixed blessing. This session of "oneness with the rock" extracted a heavy spiritual and physical toll on me: my mind reeled under the strain and my legs were wobbly for half an hour afterwards. Wandering through a vast expanse of sandstone is not to be taken lightly. The power of the rock demands a sense of moderation in those who would use it to achieve harmony with the natural world. Nevertheless, with a prolonged period of recovery now ending, I am confident that another union of this type would not only be attractive but also "doable." Moab calls...
Note to those who "do not do sensitivity": you are advised to eschew this type of spiritual communication lest it invoke a nasty attack of dry heaves. Those who freely admit to a desire to be sensitive do not suffer such impolite spasms.
