I called God "stinky."
Basically, if you are an Episcopalian who claims to have visited the Tetons but you don’t have a picture of the Chapel of the Transfiguration, then either you did not really visit the Tetons or you are not an actual Episcopalian. Those are the rules.
Something that the other Grand Canyon does not have is a bunch of little chimneys rising out of the canyon walls that blow out whisps of steam on occasion. Remarking on this phenomenon to a geologist friend, he seemed to think it was a cause for alarm rather that wonder (like that the whole place could blow up at any time).
I want to put the idea out there that maybe apocalypses are more common than we imagine and only suck in direct proportion to our level of resistance.
Also, here’s a playlist.
I wondered if there was something particular about being in the West that is transformative for me. I’ve felt that before, both on my first trip across the country and in my time in Texas.