Bryce Canyon, Utah is eerie and beautiful and one of the most stunning natural formations ever. After a short hike into the canyon floor, I left early, though, because I just couldn’t keep my eyes on it. Somehow it looked so out of this world, so unreal that I had to keep
looking away from the vista. In this part of the country there are so many canyons, so many towering cliffs and deep gorges that it seems easy to just shrug at one after a point, no? I am a little tired of this dry desert weather, though. Looking forward to the coast, although next month I’ll be craving this dryness in Calcutta!
In knitting news, my second pink cloverleaf sock progresses. And here is a sweater, part of a baby set my mum knit for a cousin’s baby. Isn’t it pretty? It’s a generic seamless top-down pattern, and she just emailed me the photo.
Now am in Phoenix, Arizona. Next up, have to decide whether to drive through more desert via Vegas, or to cut west and head up to the Bay area through the Sierra Nevada mountains. On the one hand I want to avoid Vegas totally – the idea of bright lights in the middle of the desert is not really appealing – but on the other hand I wonder if I shouldn’t just grit my teeth and see the place once. Decisions, decisions. (actually, the slot machines are calling……)