God is in Utah

I never wrote about my trip to Utah. God lives there, right on the border with Colorado. Or at least he was there recently.

I don't know what to say about my trip. I lived in a canyon at 5500 feet looking up at cliffs that were at 7000 feet. I hiked a butte that had petroglyphs on the lower cliff. I saw the leftovers from a mountain lion's lunch. I saw anthills made from crystals of every color, little grape-nuts sized crystals. I was stared down by a bighorn sheep, with his yellow, sideways-slitted eyes. I was out of breath up around 10000 feet looking down on Wolf's Creek Fault, the first time I've ever seen a fault line.

I really don't have words. Check out my pictures.