I always thought I should start a journal, but I'm so inconsistent it's laughable.  No wonder I can't remember where I've been, much less what I've done.  Oh, it's all in there somewhere and ready to draw on when necessary but not written down neatly with drawings and diagrams, line-outs and ink blots.  Soooooo, a summer went by and while I may not have missed May I certainly missed summer.  I can't remember anything before September, it must have been quite uneventful.  I do remember the old timer's party in Aspen and the subsequent high school reunion.  I read some of my anecdotes at the party and discovered people actually want to read the whole enchilada but I'm having trouble getting it done as usual!  Then I fell and thought I broke my wrist well, my thumb hurts!  But after x-rays and more x-rays, the Doc has pronounced me unbroken!  So now what?  I can't really type comfortably and that means I have an actual excuse not to do anything!  If I had my druthers I'd find myself on a beach somewhere soaking up more wrinkles and liver spots, reading poetry and trashy novels, wrapping myself in a long white caftan and devouring exotic meals(which would probably cause me indigestion and no end of sleeplessness!)so there. 

After the reunion my husband of 47 years and myself putzed out to Moab, Utah for the second year in a row to see Canyonlands and hike the NBC trail to Morninglory Arch.  I used my trekking poles and basically huffed and puffed(which I didn't do last year, so I must be slowing down)all the way, and when we arrived at the end of the trail a group from England was happily rappelling down the wall behind the arch making me feel a bit old, to say the least.  One of the Brits said it was actually his first time doing this sort of thing and he was terrified and had to be coaxed the whole way.  NBC stands for the now politically incorrect Negro Bill's Canyon, thus NBC.  Personally I like the name because it gives credit where credit is due.  African American Bill's Canyon just doesn't work and power to the guy if he actually lived there and maybe even discovered it.

After Canyonlands and NBC, both awe inspiring, we drove on to Nine Mile Canyon, a forty mile outdoor art gallery of incredible petroglyphs left there by the Fremont people.  The Fremonts are called so by archaeologists though the Ute tribes who've live in the area for centuries wonder aloud who their people are if not descended from the Fremonts??  The Fremonts supposedly moved on but they left a jaw-dropping record of their passing in their renderings of the animals and hunts and their beliefs.

The final week was spent in a time share in Park City(also did that last year)and we soaked in the hot tubs, went to a feast of a brunch in Alta, hiked more, explored Salt Lake and the Mormon Temple and found a Brew Pub, much to Tony's delight.  There was an art show of religious inspired works from Mormons around the world which was quite fascinating with artists working in every possible media from oil to watercolor, woodworking to sculpture, collage to quilting, many outstanding works.

That was our vacation and now we're back home and growing older by the minute, which, come to think of it, we've been doing all along!!