Fiery Furnace
In what amounts to another illustration of the fact that I should never be allowed to name a national landmark or monument, I thought “Fiery Furnace” looked more like “Box of Melted Crayons”. All red crayons of course, but still.
One thing I loved about the Fiery Furnace was the spectacular view into the Salt Valley beyond. Since it had rained the night before, the Salt Valley Wash was flowing and the landscape was alive with color. I found the view from Fiery Furnace to be the grandest in the park. Of course, we had yet to hike to Delicate Arch.
Assortment
- The Art of Jogging
- I’ve been running a lot recently. I am not a good runner, I am not fast, and I do not derive easy pleasure from the sport. I find it to be painful on my joints, producing kinks in hips and ankles alike.
- Devil’s Backbone
- A morning of bold March sunshine, bluebird skies, and mild temperatures coaxes me outdoors in search of new places to wander. Loveland for me remains rather unexplored, so I choose to visit a park on the western outskirts of town.
