Tuesday, April 26, 2011 - Devil's Canyon Campground, Blanding UT
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Sandstone Plus, White Canyon, Fry Canyon UT, April 22, 2011
What is that I see?
Down there. In the crick bed. Amongst the wonderfully multicolored tumbled sandstone river rocks. Those harder, slicker, gray rocks. What are they? Here's my guess. Uranium. Well, uranium bearing rocks.
Toward the top of the colorful sandstone layers forming the buttes around here is a very distinct gray layer. You can even see it as bluish rings around the buttes on my Google Night Camps map - it's quite extensive. It seems to me these river rocks down here tumbled out of the eroding buttes above and that the gray ones came from the gray layer.
Sandstone Plus, White Canyon, Fry Canyon UT, April 22, 2011
Somewhere I read whilst at Capitol Reef a few days back that the gray layer visible there contains uranium. There are mines here - one I saw from the roadside was involved with the gray layer. There are uranium mines in this area. Ergo...
Night camp
Site 7 - Devil's Canyon Campground, Blanding UT
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When Hope Dies
When you give up on hope, something even better happens than it not killing you, which is that in some sense it does kill you. You die. And there's a wonderful thing about being dead, which is that they—those in power—cannot really touch you anymore. Not through promises, not through threats, not through violence itself. Once you're dead in this way, you can still sing, you can still dance, you can still make love, you can still fight like hell—you can still live because you are still alive, more alive in fact than ever before. You come to realize that when hope died, the you who died with the hope was not you, but was the you who depended on those who exploit you, the you who believed that those who exploit you will somehow stop on their own, the you who believed in the mythologies propagated by those who exploit you in order to facilitate that exploitation. The socially constructed you died. The civilized you died. The manufactured, fabricated, stamped, molded you died. The victim died.
And who is left when that you dies? You are left. Animal you. Naked you. Vulnerable (and invulnerable) you. Mortal you. Survivor you. The you who thinks not what the culture taught you to think but what you think. The you who feels not what the culture taught you to feel but what you feel. The you who is not who the culture taught you to be but who you are. The you who can say yes, the you who can say no.