Friday, July 31, 2009

Rain, Ice and Rock: Revisited

[I am gone for business for a couple weeks so my blog is on autopilot. Here is a repost of some early writings way back when...]

All the world's sound had been reduced to the pitter patter of the falling rain slapping the rocks at my feet. I was dry under the sandstone overhang but the air's chill was slowly starting to creep in around my body's perimeter and I knew that soon I would have to start the long hike back to keep warm, but for now I was content to sit where I was and watch the icicles forming on the overhang. The trees nearby groan in the cold wind with their icy burdens but the rocks are holding strong.... for now. Soon the sun would come out and release the bond that joins ice to rock, sending them crashing into the void below to perish in the cold emerald green waters of the Buffalo River while the rock lives to fight another day, another rain. I too, hope to be here another day and watch another battle between rain, ice and rock.

January 1, 2005


sage said...

I was hiking in the Kolob section of Zion once and heard what sounded like a loud rifle shot... I turned and saw part of the wall of a cliff, 100 yards away, give away. Dust filled the canyon, it was something to witness and I was thankful I wasn't closer!

Ed Abbey said...

Sage - I've always wondered what it would be like to witness something like that.