Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Caanan Mountain Formations

Enjoy a little video journey through a few of the fantastic formations around Zion Nat'l Park.  Caanan Mountain is difficult to access--you have to know the way in, and you have to be willing to cover some technically difficult terrain.  But it is the prettiest of places!















Sunday, January 19, 2014

Slo-Mo Mule



With agility unmatched in the world of equines, it is revealing to watch a mule jump in slow motion.

Video and photos compliments of our little outing last weekend…the last for a while for my daughter who leaves for South Korea in a few weeks.  She often complained that all we had out here was "red rocks and cactus."  I used to tell her that she better be careful not to jinx herself--she might end up living in a drab part of the world someday.  I think she is going to miss this...




Soaking up the last of the red rocks for a while.  South Korea won't be so ledgy.


One of the coming two year-olds.  This is a FAV.






Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Favorite Mule photos from the last few months...

Happy New Year!  Getting vertical Jan 1, 2014

Brothers.  God's gift

Hop Valley

Catalonian Mule above Zion

High Angle

Raising babies on the Haslem Trail



Historical snow and cold

Lost Global Warming

Season's Mule wishing you Merry Christmas 2013

Santa's advance crew

Ancient Graffiti

Beauty collides
Hidden places

Shadows on Canaan Mt
Veterans Day parade

The excellent staff at SouthWest Vision
Wrangler Butts
Friendship goes a long way


Brother from another mother

Greenhorn on Molly


Walking Mule

Mules in the myst



Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Happy Independence Day


 America. Why I love her. 

 ...have you seen the Milky Way reflected in a Wyoming, Windriver lake? Or shimmied through a slot canyon in the mighty Escalante? 

 ...have you smelled fresh-cut alfalfa or the sweet scent of Russian Olive hanging in the cool morning air in one of Utah's small towns? Or breathed the damp Magnolia perfume on a steamy Southern night?  

...have you heard the bugle of an elk reverberate among the jagged peaks of the Wasatch Mountain range? Or heard the Missouri thunder crashing through ominous green clouds? 

...have you tasted fire-cooked trout that minutes earlier was swimming in an ice-cold Uintah lake? Or savored the succulent flesh of a Maine Lobster pulled from a roadside lobster-pot? 

 ...have you watched the sunset make the Kolob Fingers blush a shade of crimson that'll bring a lump to your throat? Or gazed upon the morning shadow that Mt Nebo's triune peaks casts over the quaint village of Mona?

"You ask me why?  I have a million reasons..."

 America! God shed his Grace on Thee! May tyrants, dictators, and pencil-necked bureaucrats alike tremble in fear of the boisterous ocean of Liberty that rings from sea to shining sea!

Friday, May 3, 2013

If Only... RIP Gentle Maggie-Mule



If only.

If every man could have a good brother, who rides a good mule...this world wouldn't need many jails or jailers.

If every man could see the milky way reflected in a high mountain lake or feel the the alpine rain slap his oilskin coat...this world wouldn't bow to many kingdoms or kings.


If every man could feel the coiled power beneath his saddle as thunder echoes from Bally peaks...this world wouldn't cater to many courts or court jesters.

If every man could smell the pine scrubbed air that hides deep in the wilderness with his brother, all of the bureaus with all of their 'crats would become as gentle as spring's lamb.

RIP giant Maggie-Mule. Thanks for being the good mule who carried my good brother to so many of those sacred places with me.