If you ask...

real nice, I'll tell you where I found these gems.

Remember, you can look, take photos but don't touch. And you can't tell the ghost of Dick Nixon (the tagger) where they are either.

The two Triangle Dudes were 20' above me.  The artists must have been amazing rock climbers or used archaic scaffolding. Michelangelo performed his artwork on his back. I'm impressed by both. They all shared a do or die attitude about their passions.

Hint: it's in Utah.

From the brewpub friendly city of Flagstaff, AZ.

Good night!

The ice on the creeks chased me from the northern territories. 

"You won't have...

Nixon to kick around anymore!"

Watergate, the only President to resign and a few racist quotes to boot. That is how I remember Tricky Dick.

Now we find he's a vandal in our nation's wonderlands.

Remember this classic? "Don't change Dicks in the middle of a screw. Vote for Nixon in 72!"

Oh those 70's.

Those were the days!

Canyonlands National Park...

Is younger than me. I'm happy to announce the red rocks and the dirt are older though. It was 50 years ago when the former managers (the BLM) decided the land had negligible Moo and Mineral potential (Grazing and Mining). They offered it up to the NPS who said, "Sure! Why not?" 

The Bureau of Land Management didn't consider the monetary value of the landscape's inherent beauty. I do. It's priceless.

En route to Bluff, (Yawn!) Utah.

The bright lights and brewpubs of Flagstaff are calling me on Friday night. (It's cold, might be tonight!).

Good day!

Jeff