2 Old 4 Vegas

I hate to admit this about myself, but Las Vegas was 2 much 4 me.

As we drove south from lovely Utah, I examined my hands and nails.

This will never do in the party city! Dry skin, short nails with no polish.

Then I looked in the mirror. Wind-burned face, chapped lips and wind-blown hair.

Spa emergency? In my dreams! No time for such indulgences.

The “country mouse” was about to enter the big city looking disheveled and dirty.

Would I stick out like a sore thumb? Hiking boots among the spiked heels? Wool within a sea sequins?

Within minutes of entering Treasure Island, I no longer cared how I looked.

There was a parade going on. I was an insignificant bystander.

We merged into the fast-moving flow of folks moving forward.

No one looks where they are walking. No wonder. There is too much else to see.

All eyes are on the bright lights, the flowing fountains and flashy folks.

Even the ceilings are decorated.

I had to swing to the margins of the herd to take pictures.

We had a short list of places to visit before our Cirque du Soleil show started.

The up escalators were strategically turned off, so we had to take the stairs.

First was the fountain show and Conservatory at the Bellagio. Music and dancing water are magically choreographed.

Next we strolled through the Venetian under the perpetually sunny skies.

Dodging people, crossing streets, horns blowing, engines revving.

Mr. Flower and I were happy to board our plane and skedaddle back to North Carolina.

Flow is 2 old 2 party. My fast and flashy days are over. (If I ever have any?)

Give me my garden!

Slower Flower





Rocks and Minerals

Down at the bottom of the red-rock canyons were crystal blue rectangles.


Not the blue like the sky above, but swimming pool aqua blue.


The contrast drew the eye away from the surrounding scenery.


That lovely blue was potash soaking up sun to evaporate.


It truly was crystal blue.


I was amazed by the process from above and even more curious up close.


I photographed the sign about how potash is made.


We drove past a creek containing escaped minerals.


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The Road Less Traveled

Sometimes I do not listen to Mr. Flower and it gets me in trouble.

As we were enjoying the views of Canyonlands from Island in the Sky visitors’ center , he pointed out a narrow road snaking down into the canyon. “Look at that car going down through there.” he would say as he pointed out a tiny moving speck.

I had paused and wondered, “What’s up with that road?”  It never occurred to me there was a plan involved.

I knew I was in trouble when he mounted the Go-pro camera on the dash of the truck.

Yes, folks. There is a video. I am thankful that most of my comments and squealing are not audible.

The road less traveled is Shafer Trail Road.

It zigzags perilously close to open canyon.

It was a thrilling trip down.

It was an adventure. I did get to see the Bighorn Sheep. I did get to see canyon rocks up-close.

I did get to see the Potash pits up close and take photos of potash crystals. (Future post)

I did learn to listen to Mr. Flower’s casual comments…once in a while.



Counting Sheep

It is a big deal to spot Bighorn Sheep.

They are shy and stay away from frequently trafficked areas.

Mr. Flower decided to take the road less traveled.

As we were descending deep into the canyons of Canyonland,


I spied sheep silhouettes along the rim.


I was lucky to get these shots before they climbed out of view.


I was thrilled to see this set of four almost among the clouds.



Next comes  “The Road Less Traveled.”  You don’t want to miss this one.


The Climbers

One of the jaw-dropping moments of the trip in Utah was looking up on a tall rock formation

and noticing a colorful speck moving up its surface.

It gave a new sense of scale to the towers.

I am sure it is a thrill to reach the top after a long climb.

Moab was full of folks doing amazing things.

I was inspired to keep moving…

Mr. Flower wanted me to say that it was he on top of that pillar.

He did climb up into an arch to be photographed.

I sunned on a boulder below, while waiting for him to find his way back down.

I may be “Everybody’s Mama”, but I am not his mama.  Ha!


Plants in the Desert

It’s time to turn our attention from the rocks of Utah to the plants.

I have great respect for desert plants.

They must be thrifty with water and growth.

There are no big showy leaves.

They must be frugal with their surface area.

They cannot get exposed to too much sun or lose too much water through evaporation.

So the plants in the desert must be conservative to survive.

They stay low and small.

Here’s a sampling.

Cliffrose    (Click on photos in masaics to enlarge images and to read signs )

Utah Juniper


Mormon Tea


Narrowleaf Yucca

Four Wing Saltbush

Pinyon Pine

Claret Cup Cactus


I was happy to find all these plants with markers At the Island in the Sky  visitor’s center in Cayonlands. The rest of the trip I took photos of unknown plants while saying, “Wonder what this is? I’ll have to look it up later.”

For anyone wondering if I purloined seeds this trip, the answer is “NO.”

I have too many needy, green babies as it is. I do not need to propagate a whole new crop from another climate. (See post next week.)

Flower on the GO




The Hoodoos

I understand why hoodoos are believed to be spirit people.

There are stories in the stones in Utah.


The stories change as the sun moves across the sky.


Light and shadows add to the details to form faces.


The hoodoos of Bryce Canyon


and towers and pinnacles in Arches National Park defy gravity.


Balanced Rock looked as though it could topple any second.


Some formations have names like the Three Gossips, Tower of Babel, Courthouse and The Organ.


Mr. Flower and I made up names for the many we noticed.


It was our “Game of Stones.”

Flow on the Go


The Arches

Arches National Park is where my brain went into overload.

It was as though gravity had different rules out in the desert.


Erosion removes rock layers below and leaves arches hanging in the sky.


I even stood under some of these to get shots of them from below.


It’s like a magic trick.


The most dramatic ones have names like Delicate, Pothole and Tapestry.


Each has its own character.


We visited our favorite on our last day at Moab.


We spent a lot of time just hanging out under Double Arch.


It seemed like trick rings made from rock instead of metal.


Moab was mind boggling in many ways.


Stay tuned for more.

Flow on the Go.


Lucy’s Trailor

We took hundreds of photographs in Utah.

I was afraid to put down my camera for fear of missing something.

Here is the perfect example.

As we pulled into the parking for Turret Arch,

our attention was taken away from the arches by a site in the parking lot.


Behind a truck on a trailer was on old house trailer from 1959.

I immediately thought of the Lucille Ball movie The Long, Long Trailer.


The owners came up as we were taking pictures.

They had a restoration company and were hauling it home to fix it up.

They let us take a peak inside.

It was like looking into a time capsule,


complete with original appliances.

If you find this treasure irresistible,


contact American Travelers Restoration.

Brooke & Brian are in Hemet, California.

http://www.americantravelersrestorations.com  OR


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