Moab, UT
We planned to put down stakes wayside the third oxbow,
some miles north-northeast of Dead Horse Point.
That was the plan. That was the meander
we wanted, sure enough. A different sort of channel to sit and
watch
slacken, tauten, riffle, choke, churn,
and a site that checked all the boxes: public-facing
solitude, a spigot tasting of iron, chemical
toilets, and a cast of afternoon shade
thrown off by the netleaf hackberry
growing creekside.
some miles north-northeast of Dead Horse Point.
That was the plan. That was the meander
we wanted, sure enough. A different sort of channel to sit and
watch
slacken, tauten, riffle, choke, churn,
and a site that checked all the boxes: public-facing
solitude, a spigot tasting of iron, chemical
toilets, and a cast of afternoon shade
thrown off by the netleaf hackberry
growing creekside.
