I could have posted another 20+ photos of these rocks, but I spared you all the boredom and picked some of my favourites. Which was hard. Because this place is gorgeous.
Nestled snuggly in some unassuming hills, these millions-of-years-old geological formations wind through the plain-y landscape. There are pink spires and stripy hoodoos that were formed through erosive action that created incised gullies and exposed layers of selenite clay and jasper. You're not meant to climb or clamber on them, as some of the formations are soft- almost like chalk. In fact, my shoes looked like they did after a wheel-throwing course I did in London once- covered in fine, grey clay. The native Americans used the clay here for making vessels, and there is evidence of life in the area from 9000 years ago.
I walked the perimeter, and watched with horror as a man and his dog climbed over one of the sulfur-yellow formations. Not only does the trail head sign say NO DOGS, it also says (every few feet, it seems) to please NOT climb on the delicate formations. Some people, right? I wonder if he even pegged that these took millions of years to form, and his scratchy-bottomed hiking boots were scraping away what time took eons to create WITH EVERY STEP. If I were less allergic to conflict I would have said something to the jerk, but instead merely scowled fiercely in his direction. And then snarked about him on this blog. Like a normal human.
It was nice to get a little fresh air- things have been so hectic (as evidenced by my abhorrent lack of posting here, obviously) lately that the mini-break was lovely. What's going on, I hear you ask? Well, I've been living in Denver, I got a sweet little commission for the Bike To Work Day illustration and poster design (look for my handiwork on busses and kiosks and the Light Rail now, in 8 Colorado cities, STRUT), and have been working freelance for a few other spots too. Once of which has turned into a 3-month position in Berlin. So...in July, off I go again! One adventure after another, right? I'm simultaneously crapping myself and thrilled. I like that from one moment to the next, I never know where I'll be. Though, it would be nice to have some roots, that I won't deny. Not being from anywhere and not really living anywhere is a rollercoaster ride of anxiety, exhilaration, and unpredictability. But I still prefer it over a 9-5 in a cubicle or working...ugh...with other humans. HA!
Ban and Colin are still having Daddy/Son time in Paris, for those of you whom have kindly asked after their welfare. Ban has had terrific advancements in his work, and Colin has eaten a terrific load. So, success all around. We don't get to see each other much anymore, but for two wholly anti-social hermit types, we make do. It's not easy, it sucks a lot, a lot, but it is what it is. The nature of both of our careers mean we follow the work if it doesn't come to us, which means geographic flexibility, I suppose. And super-strong texting thumbs.
For now though, it's the mad dash before I fly to Berlin in July, the furious trying-to-remember-my-German, the jaw-clenching anxiety of what to pack, and the ever-present concern about not losing my Green Card from leaving the country too long. Like I said, rollercoaster. Or should I say...achterbahn?