The alarm for sunrise shook me out of a slumber after a restless night from unusually warm conditions. After shutting off the alarm I fell back into the pillow and nearly fell back asleep, a rare occurrence for me. The angst of awakening to go into the dark was nearly unbearable, but I persevered and found my way out of bed. The moon was setting behind a butte from my incredibly beautiful campsite, so I took a few photographs before driving off to my sunrise location I scouted the prior day. It was a pleasantly warm morning and the wind had to awaken, the clouds were thick, and sunrise looked to be a bust. I waited it out patiently, and finally the clouds came to life and the sun peaked through the light up the sandstone towers surrounding me. I continued photographing until the light became harsh, on the hike back I found a small ruin, then I found my way back to camp. By 10am the wind began to howl, only to become worse as the day progressed. I have learned to hate the wind less, I have yet to come to appreciate it, even though I know it is an intricate part of the desert and something I must accept if I choose to be here. Having the trailer helps me to escape it's wrath, but I do not know if I will venture out into it today. I am scouting out locations in Comb Ridge, a fascinating area full of ruins. I hope to visit these tomorrow when the winds calm to a gentle roar.
I spend much of the day responding to comments on my post about post processing. For the most part the comments were very supportive and most folks were generally in agreement with my sentiment.
In the afternoon the winds were relentless, so much so that the trailer was knocked forward a foot, which bent the leveling jacks. I didn't let it get me down, I hooked up the van and bent the jacks back into place. It was a scary experience to be honest, and I have learned how powerful the wind can be. This didn't help my distaste for wind, but I respect it more now.
Valley of the Gods Rd, Blanding, UT, United States
Sent from my iPad