Arid sunbaked land, the smell of sagebrush, fierce nightly winds in the evening, yet slightly cooler breezes in the early morning. This is the land of the Wanapum Native Americans. Petroglyphs adorn cliff walls and petrified arrowheads lay about. Indeed this is one of the silent places!Ah, but a short walk reveals a place to temper the heat … to cool the toes … to bask in delight.Then later in the day, return the way we came … pondering the challenge of year round life here. Life overcomes the hard and wild situation … and thrives into this beautiful sculpture. Nice indeed! And as the sun works through the day, and the wind picks up. The verse of Robert Service echoes:
Thank you! Robert Service, born in Lancashire, was panned by the critics of his day, compared to Rudyard Kipling by them. But their words have long outlived the critics …
Traveling Tortuga 
Thanks for introducing me to the words of Robert Service, stunning pictures, views beautifully chosen.
Thank you! Robert Service, born in Lancashire, was panned by the critics of his day, compared to Rudyard Kipling by them. But their words have long outlived the critics …
What a beautiful post. Thank you!
Glad you enjoyed the post. I just reread your posts “Walking with Elinor”, fun and uplifting!
Thank you. ❤