Hey,
Been a while. Again. Update from Utah, SCL. Its nice. Stayed with my aunt and uncle in immigration canyon. It's hard to describe really. "Moving" feels like such a cop-out for a description, but (you knew there was a 'but') taht's one of the best ways to describe it. The house is one of the higher ones with an unobstructed view down the canyon and further into the valley. The scruboaks proliferate on the hills, offseting the golden and red dirt and rocks that make up the hills. In the mornings, I would drink coffee and smoke a pipe on the porch overlooking the canyons. The flavors would mingle in subtle nuances that only added to the entire experience. The air is thin up there. Thin enough that a lowlander like myself has trouble running and hiking. But still the scent of mountain air set my mind at ease. From an old access road up hiker worn paths past yellow jackets and their buzzing nests, I can get to the top of the mountains overlooking the old military base. Along the way, I indulged myself on the various berries that grow at that altitude. Meaty service berries, sweet and tangy thimbleberries, barely ripe and sour elderberries. They make for interesting walking, going from tree to bush to brush in search of morsels. At the top, I could see across an expansive valley occasionaly seeing mule deer or moose as they meander through the hills and peaks which surround the summit. I sat for a little while, and drank a packed in beer. I headed down as the sun began to fall behind the horizon, slipping from view and painting the scene with orange and pink pastels. On the way down I heard the hawk my uncle told me lived in the area and spooked an owl and another deer into running. I fell better as I descended. Oxygen seemed more plentiful in my lungs and the pounding in my temple receeded to a nonexistant pulse. I don't know whether it was te efffect of the places and thing that I'ld seen or gradual accilmation to the altitude that did it.
I only went into town once. Visited a bookstore near a wild oats store. One of those big corporate bookstores that is sure to have the manga comics that I love. Sat and read in the store because I'm too cheap to pay for them. Headed to "pi" pizza and ordered a medium pepperoni and jalapeno pizza. I'ld had some of this on previous visits, though my aunt and uncle's ecclectic tastes created pizzas far more interesting sounding. ( On that note I should thank them for taking me too sushi not once but twice. I love octopus, barbecued eel, and masago. But I've never had flying fish eggs and certainly not with raw swallow's egg. The flying fish eggs were good, like masago but other flying thing's eggs will need to be cooked before I eat them. ) While I waited, I walked down to the a large intersection and ended up browsing through a used record and movie store called "white whale" or something like that. I saw a band setting up outside the store. The band was filled with verging 20 somethings. Black spiked and dyed hairs. Tattoos. Black leather. Pale skin. Style by hottopic. Interesting, provocative: pretty people. I neither had the style, the background, an introduction, beauty, nor the time. My pizza was ready, waiting, and paid for. I left before hearing the band play. I don't know if it was any good or even what style it could be described as. I left and ate my pizza as the sky darkened in the house in the canyons. I like the city. It's big and intimidating. The people seem varied and concentrated. There's water, mountains, ski slopes, goth's and punks and what not. It'ld be nice to live there but first I have to solve the jobless problem. I visited Aerotek during the stay to see if they might have anything. Not much use for Chemical Engineers in the area apparently. I'ld happily do lab work or what not but I haven't heard anything since the visit. But, I'll never forget those mountains. They left invasive seeds imbedded in the padding of my hiking boots. Seriously though. I love the feeling I get from the places I visited. The mountains especially. Maybe I should join the Sierra Club? Till next time SLC.
Been a while. Again. Update from Utah, SCL. Its nice. Stayed with my aunt and uncle in immigration canyon. It's hard to describe really. "Moving" feels like such a cop-out for a description, but (you knew there was a 'but') taht's one of the best ways to describe it. The house is one of the higher ones with an unobstructed view down the canyon and further into the valley. The scruboaks proliferate on the hills, offseting the golden and red dirt and rocks that make up the hills. In the mornings, I would drink coffee and smoke a pipe on the porch overlooking the canyons. The flavors would mingle in subtle nuances that only added to the entire experience. The air is thin up there. Thin enough that a lowlander like myself has trouble running and hiking. But still the scent of mountain air set my mind at ease. From an old access road up hiker worn paths past yellow jackets and their buzzing nests, I can get to the top of the mountains overlooking the old military base. Along the way, I indulged myself on the various berries that grow at that altitude. Meaty service berries, sweet and tangy thimbleberries, barely ripe and sour elderberries. They make for interesting walking, going from tree to bush to brush in search of morsels. At the top, I could see across an expansive valley occasionaly seeing mule deer or moose as they meander through the hills and peaks which surround the summit. I sat for a little while, and drank a packed in beer. I headed down as the sun began to fall behind the horizon, slipping from view and painting the scene with orange and pink pastels. On the way down I heard the hawk my uncle told me lived in the area and spooked an owl and another deer into running. I fell better as I descended. Oxygen seemed more plentiful in my lungs and the pounding in my temple receeded to a nonexistant pulse. I don't know whether it was te efffect of the places and thing that I'ld seen or gradual accilmation to the altitude that did it.
I only went into town once. Visited a bookstore near a wild oats store. One of those big corporate bookstores that is sure to have the manga comics that I love. Sat and read in the store because I'm too cheap to pay for them. Headed to "pi" pizza and ordered a medium pepperoni and jalapeno pizza. I'ld had some of this on previous visits, though my aunt and uncle's ecclectic tastes created pizzas far more interesting sounding. ( On that note I should thank them for taking me too sushi not once but twice. I love octopus, barbecued eel, and masago. But I've never had flying fish eggs and certainly not with raw swallow's egg. The flying fish eggs were good, like masago but other flying thing's eggs will need to be cooked before I eat them. ) While I waited, I walked down to the a large intersection and ended up browsing through a used record and movie store called "white whale" or something like that. I saw a band setting up outside the store. The band was filled with verging 20 somethings. Black spiked and dyed hairs. Tattoos. Black leather. Pale skin. Style by hottopic. Interesting, provocative: pretty people. I neither had the style, the background, an introduction, beauty, nor the time. My pizza was ready, waiting, and paid for. I left before hearing the band play. I don't know if it was any good or even what style it could be described as. I left and ate my pizza as the sky darkened in the house in the canyons. I like the city. It's big and intimidating. The people seem varied and concentrated. There's water, mountains, ski slopes, goth's and punks and what not. It'ld be nice to live there but first I have to solve the jobless problem. I visited Aerotek during the stay to see if they might have anything. Not much use for Chemical Engineers in the area apparently. I'ld happily do lab work or what not but I haven't heard anything since the visit. But, I'll never forget those mountains. They left invasive seeds imbedded in the padding of my hiking boots. Seriously though. I love the feeling I get from the places I visited. The mountains especially. Maybe I should join the Sierra Club? Till next time SLC.
mrmiah:
found my way here by way of the climbing post in the SGNC group. SLC kicks ass! i moved out there about 10 years ago to be a snowboard bum and started climbing, between the climbing, the snowboarding, and all the beautiful girls, i wound up having a season that turned into a decade! The climbing is sick there. there is granite, quartzite, sandstone, and limestone all within 20 minutes of downtown. Then there are walls in Zion, splitters in Indian Creek, scary stuff at the fishers, and tons of towers all over the utah desert. I'm glad to meet somebody that sees the good in that city, and not just the preconceived notions about the religious influence.......
swingkitten:
Thank you 