INTO A BREATH OF SEEMINGLY UNENDING CITY LIGHTS AND A MORNING OF THE SAME OF SNOW

[lost coastlines by okkerville river]

i wake this morning in a virtually vacant mall parking lot to violent winds, attacking everything in sight; except for those of us nestled in the warmth of shelter. as i make my way toward breakfast and the morning news i am greeted by the accompanying (what will end up being inches and inches of) snow that salt lake city has to offer me, on this our first day together (some impression, right?).

i'm on to the next chapter in my roadtrip: joe's valley, utah. situated a couple hours south of this thriving metropolis. i pray the week down there brings better weather, better temps, and and all-around improving enjoyment of travel and rockclimbings (seeing as how i tore an A4 pulley last thursday on a problem hardly worth attempting, and hoping 4-5 days off will suffice for enough recovery to allow me to sample the sandstone goodness i will soon lay my eyes upon).


in other news, i finished the road by cormac mccarthy: simply put, a good book. SPOILERISH: the end was rather sad (as one could expect from an apocalyptic tale), but somehow the last paragraph made it all okay. how could something so simple and unassuming and seemingly out of left field do that (though so apropos)? kinda weird i thought, but it goes to show a powerful author full of an understanding i wish to create myself.


peace be your journey