Saturday 8/25
I continue to read
more about Mormons in the 1800s. Wow,
what a story. You just can't make this
stuff up. One has to admire their
determination, industry, organization and taming/beautifying of some of the
most God=forsaken unpromising land in the whole United States. And then on the other hand, the strange
prophecies, the slavish devotion to autocratic religious leaders, the belief
that the City of Zion (somewhere in Missouri, I think) will be lifted into
Heaven someday to the special Mormon celestial exclusive heaven (everyone else
relegated to lower echelons of heaven, or worse yet--hell)….a little hard to
swallow. Not to mention the secret
special underwear that you're never supposed to completely take off (it
fortunately has not proven an impediment to Mormon procreation). I'm finding it fascinating (and a little
creepy).
Our big hike today was
along Sulfur Creek, in a deep canyon.
Because of the recent rain and flash flooding, it was QUITE muddy and
wet. We had to cross the creek many
times over rocks and sand. It was
usually not very deep, but deep enough, in any case, to soak one of my
boots. We encountered a lot of Saturday
morning hikers along the way, including a Mormon girl's youth group who did a
lot of shrieking in the muddy places.
Fortunately we were able to pass them quickly.
Again, the scenery was
breathtaking and ever-changing. Here are
some pictures that give at least a flavor of what we saw:
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| starting our hike |
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| More crumbling splendor |
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| closeup of some suspended animation waves |
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