It’s hard to believe this was almost ten years ago.
In May 2015, I was just starting my summer season as a National Park Service ranger at Lake Powell.
After a day spent out on the boat ramp, educating boaters about invasive mussels (nobody wanted to listen), I clocked out and sped out to this spot near the Arizona-Utah border.
It’s a fairly well-known location, but I’d still prefer not say it’s name publicly. I’d hate to see these hoodoos fall victim to vandalism or other such disrespect.
I do wonder how popular it is now. I’ve only been the one time, and I had it all to myself. Walking among the hoodoos, taking their portraits in the evening light.
And I believe the moonrise caught me by surprise. But I love when that happens. I’ve never been much of planner, mostly just go on a whim and see what happens.
Then when something does happens like the moon popping over the horizon, it’s pure magic.
Yes, a magic moonrise. Can’t I stay in this dream just a while longer?
Guess not…back to reality it is.
I hope you enjoyed this Daily Dose.
Much love,
-Jake
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