September 7, 2012
Due to yesterday's failure (hehe) to take my camera for our golf outing, Bob and I returned to the scene of, at least, his crime, and played again. As before, it was very enjoyable, made doubly so by the fact that we don't keep score. It makes for a wonderful, non-competitive, enjoyable round of golf, though Bob, once again, intimated to Zelda that he beat me. So much for that non-competitive stuff, huh? Doesn't matter...had a great time. (And, as noted yesterday, the pictures are posted there.)
After a relaxing nap, we went back into Springdale for yet another of those great early southwestern dinners. Afterward, we boarded one of the park-provided buses. These were provided a few years ago to cut down on the amount of auto travel, and related pollution, in the park. Great way to visit, leaving you hands free, and comfortable while leaving the driving to those other guys. Plus, in your own vehicle you don't get to share your ride with a bunch of German tourists. That seems to be the predominate species of tourist here this time of year, though interspersed one will find the random Asian and other-country European. Glad to have them. It's called the economy, and it's hurting stupid.
This is just an absolutely beautiful place.
Late afternoon "shooting" light.
The Virgin River...again.
After a nice, comfortable ride up the canyon we got off the bus and walked around as the sun disappeared behind the canyon walls.
Beautiful forest down below, and along the river we encountered several "forest rats," a derogatory term applied to deer by motorcyclists.
My buds, Bobby J and Zelda.
Still, no virgins sighted on the Virgin River. But it's a glorious little stream through here. During the spring it moves millions of tons of sand and debris down the canyon to the Colorado River and Lake Mead.
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