"Pack up all those phantoms;
Shoulder that invisible load ..
Keep on riding North and West,
Haunting that wilderness road;
Like a ghost rider ..
Carry all those phantoms,
Through bitter wind and stormy skies!
From the desert to the mountain,
From the lowest low to the highest high;
Like a ghost RIDER ..."
Over the millennia, these twin Phantoms will erode into hoodoos, adding
to a Hoodoo explosion not uncommon to experience (here) at Bryce Canyon NP, Utah.
I talk to the Bitter Wind, but the wind does not hear ..
July 30, 2011