May Your Rivers Flow Without End...

In Loving Memory: "May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poet's towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkey's howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clings upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you ..." (Edward Abbey) Seen somewhere in the picture, (Amid the smoke from a nearby lightning-caused wildfire): Berry Butte, Cottonwood Canyon, Horseshoe Mesa, Ayer Point, Wahalla Plateau, Cape Royal, Newberry Butte, Hall Butte, Angels Gate, Wotans Throne, Freya Castle, Vishnu Temple, Rama Shrine, Hance Canyon, and ... my brother the Raven. From the Grandview Trail along The (Grand) Canyon's South Rim. June 11, 2009