tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188642669907788257.post5976572433840624349..comments2024-03-20T14:47:34.192-07:00Comments on Reading the Washington Landscape: 100 Years of Good WorkDan McShanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044037213245602667noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188642669907788257.post-38030798050449220252016-05-14T09:45:08.362-07:002016-05-14T09:45:08.362-07:00Yes, the solitaire at many southern Utah sites is ...Yes, the solitaire at many southern Utah sites is long gone. Moab has morphed into something that could easily be viewed with despair. Although much has been lost in terms of solitude, the enthusiasm for protection of public lands is much improved if one considers the general view of public lands and the environment at the time Abbey wrote Desert Solitaire. It is a trade off that at times feels like a loss as some of my old "secret" places have been "discovered". Dan McShanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17044037213245602667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188642669907788257.post-75312995052491252232016-05-13T21:50:25.248-07:002016-05-13T21:50:25.248-07:00Geoffrey, I read that so long ago that I might as ...Geoffrey, I read that so long ago that I might as well have never read it. It could be time to pick it up again, although it might put me into despair about over-population and the ruination of our earth.susannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188642669907788257.post-74085064593370103872016-05-13T21:24:48.606-07:002016-05-13T21:24:48.606-07:00I sure hope, Susan, you have read Ed Abbey's D...I sure hope, Susan, you have read Ed Abbey's Desert Solitaire, because he describes your experience in a beautiful way. Geoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13012738701219847595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188642669907788257.post-15971944074997287752016-05-13T18:10:08.491-07:002016-05-13T18:10:08.491-07:00Oh probably sometime around 1959 or 1960, our fami...Oh probably sometime around 1959 or 1960, our family took a summer road trip to the Four Corners region, and Arches was one of the places we visited. It was a National Monument then, and the roads weren’t paved. We drove over to the Delicate Arch area. There was <i>no one else around</i>; it was just us. We saw a trail that went up to the Arch. Because my Dad had a bum leg at the time, he couldn’t hike up there, and Mom stayed behind with him. But my brother and I and a canteen of water took off toward Delicate Arch. The day was hot and surprisingly, there was no breeze. Dead calm. When we got to the top, by the Arch, we sat down and just listened. That was the first time I ever experienced the perception of complete silence. No noise. No jets. No cars. No people. No birds. No scurrying. No wind. The stillness caused a strange pressure on the ears. I could hear my heart beating and my breathing in and out.<br /><br />I don’t think I could return to Arches National Park. That time is long gone.susannoreply@blogger.com