CANYONLANDS NATIONAL PARK: spooks at the airport?

For Memorial day, I went to CANYONLANDS outside of Moab, Utah.

This is a favorite park because it's not a developed commercialized National Park.

Great overlooks looking down at Ed Abbey's Desert Solitaire wilderness. Ain't a bad view in this whole area, and...you don't want to miss driving a 4x4 on the one hundred mile rim road.

That would be a 2-3 day trip, with little or no other "two legged shit makers" (humans) to make noise and screw it up.


I am a freak about noise.

Don't like it when I'm out there in the wilderness.

It drowns out the power of it all...and...bird songs are meant to be heard without competition from machinery, squalling children, and the usual dumbfuckers who end up "arguing loudly" as part of their dubious enjoyment of "getting into the wilderness" to enjoy solitude...while on vacation with their loved ones? Can't tell you how many times morons camp near me and end up arguing about what?



1) Met a nice German couple who have decided to tour America. Tried to make conversation with them, and was lucky to have Germans speaking English. We shared some laughs about how bad my German is ("Ich bin Ein Berliner").

Then, went to another wonderful overlook and found the young Rangers moving into action with a boredom breaking response. An old guy hiked down a canyon, and found out that coming up is alot longer and harder. So...the young park rangers went down to help the guy back up.

It happens.

Sure are alot of young adults working park jobs.


2) Lately we had some rain in the orange muddy red rock country. Thank God for rain to cool things down. It can and will get real hot, miserable, and sweaty when you are down on the rivers. My new white Ford truck is now caked with "Moab Orange" mud. Hmmm....no point in washing a vehicle in Moab, until you head north into the hard rock canyons.


3) Drove down the Mineral road to the bottom along the Green River (they should call it the muddy brown river because...it ain't green). Found the best campsite with shade and birds singing all day. Mosquitoes came out, and I had enough 3.2 beer to get me through the holiday. Even did some hiking, got my blood flowing, and...had a damn good time of it.

There are old uranium mines all over the place, and I was surprised that the temperature changes drastically in those mines. Twenty feet...and twenty degree change in temp?

Later I visited the museum in Moab, and it covered uranium mining going back to the 50's. Turns out that they were mining YELLOW CAKE. Yup...just like the Valeria Plame--Joe Wilson YELLOW CAKE INQUIRY designing to "discredit the bogus con" that Saddam could assemble WMD with yellow cake. This later resulted in NOVAK getting neutralized with a suspicious DUI with some paid stooge jumping in front of his car, and...TIM RUSSERT GETS WHACKED. Yup...the trigger was Scott McClellan's book and later testimony in front of Conyers. The Vainity Fair article ties it in. You'll have to find story at this blog.




3) Hmmm...I guess HOMELAND INSECURITY is now staking out MOAB, UTAH, AND CANYONLANDS NATIONAL PARK for "homegrown domestic pot smoking dumbfuck terrorists" trying to build dirty bombs?

Hate to tell HOMELAND INSECURITY BUT...ever Jeep, hiker, camper and idiot who walks anywhere near the this vicinity...is gonna make a Geiger counter go off. Uranium yellow cake dust...is all over the South East Utah area?

Better bring the Orwellian threat level up to DOUBLE SECRET FUCK YOU INDEFINITE DETENTION LEVEL so we can "FEMA CAMP DETAIN" all foreign hikers, and campers who ever set foot in a South Eastern Utah National Park.


4) Looking up at the canyon walls, you'll find Raven family homes with the best view. I thought the Ravens were cussing me a bit for intruding, and I always wondered if they weren't spirits of long ago indigenous people?



5) I was at my site when Eddie Muzak came stomping through the Tamarask swamp from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Sweating and obviously dedicated to taking the most difficult miserable route, old Edd needed my help. He had his RayBan sunglasses on with a blue tucked in button down oxford shirt which made me wonder if The CIA spooks were back in action?

The airport was close by, and...the spooks love landing sites far out in wilderness areas?

If Ed and his wife aren't spooks...it still makes a nice Walter Middy fictional adventure to spin out.

He was backtracking to some canyon about a mile and half away where he might have left his camera. So, Ed left the canoe and wife back at the landing site.

I packed up, made room in the cab, and showed him some wilderness hospitality. We almost got the truck stuck but prevailed with better strategy and better wheel placement (I'm not used to driving and pointing a Ford F-150 Long bed truck). I wasn't sure if Ed was gonna find his lost camera, but...we gave it a shot.

He came around the bend with victory in his grasp. Ed's a real historian and had a good map and logbook showing the scratched name of the first trapper who found this route and scratched his name on a rock back in 1832.

1832?

Yup.

Ed's got a photo.



6) When we drove up back at the canoe landing site, his wife seemed pleased to see her husband alive after he left her on a lark.

These two met long ago at a bar listening to Irish music in Milwaukee.

Ed said he and his wife "locked in" when a short initial preliminary dialogue resulted in disclosure. That disclosure centered around his wife using the same kind of back country stove that Ed had.

Apparently this camp stove is an infamous "classic stove" from long ago.

Kind of like a couple meeting together at a Studebaker Car Club outing.



It was a match made in heaven, sealed by the mutual respect for good camping gear.

Hey man...that's all it takes for Cupid's arrow to seal the deal.


This came out in the post event beer drinking. Ed had some Fosters beer, and that's what I needed to finish off a limited Memorial day buzz.

Ed and his wife are canoeing South...hopefully taking out before the dangerous wild ass CATARACT CANYON. A class 4--5 ONE MILE RAPID.

Be ready.

Take a guide who knows the rapids and ran the river recently.

They timed their trip and were lucky to have relatively pleasant wet cool weather to enjoy. We had some light showers that always blow through this area fast.




7) Ed and his wife are from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and understand the importance of Brett Favre speculation and gossip. His wife is a poet, and feigns interest in Bret Favre gossip and the Packers rumors.

I don't blame poets and artists making fun of NFL football fans.

I can see how the poet could learn to despise the sophmoronic love for football in cheesehead land.



8) Ed also knows one of the most significant and unknown investigative journalists working in obscurity in America's bogus pathetic police state--BILL CONROY, at NARCO NEWS.

I used some of CONROY'S reporting from San Antonio for my Probable Cause Memo SUPPORTING AN FBI INVESTIGATION OF TEXAS MURDERS USED TO FACILITATE CIVIL SUIT SETTLEMENTS (Yogurt Shop Murders of 4 teenage girls in Austin, Texas).


http://www.narconews.com/ TO FIND CONROY'S CACHE of articles.





Tonight, I'll be in the La Salle Nat. Forest up high looking down...listening to the birds.