Ranger Kathryn's Arches

August 31, 2010

Create your own story

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kathryn Colestock-Burke @ 8:56 am

“And now for something completely different…” — today let’s play a game. I’ll give you three photos and you write the storyline. Characters can be me plus anyone or no one. Here they are:

Wingate sandstone pillars at sunset

1. Marvelously carved sandstone cliffs, minutes before sunset. Lots of iron in them. Many panels of native people’s rock art in the area. Coveted by rock climbers for their nice cracks.

It's the night before the full moon -- the best night for landscape photography.

2. Moonrise over same sandstone pillars.

REI Half Dome tent -- the best!

3. My favorite tent.

OK, go. Today YOU write the blog. I have to go pull tumbleweeds from the visitor center front “yard.”


  1. As we all know, Kathryn loves to do rock jumping. As she saw these pillars she thought to herself, “if anybody can jump these Pillars, I can!”. Little did she realize that it was getting to be dusk…can she make it? Did she jump every last one? I see her tent, but no Kathryn. She must of made it to pull the tumbleweeds. Why else would there be just the tent?

    Comment by chris — August 31, 2010 @ 10:50 am | Reply

    • You have me in total suspense, Chris! Thanks for the fun read!!!

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:52 pm | Reply

  2. Agreed on the REI tent Kathryn. I’ve got three different models, one of them being the Half Dome!

    Comment by Will B. — August 31, 2010 @ 12:56 pm | Reply

    • I don’t think I’ll ever own another kind. This is the best. And you have THREE!

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:53 pm | Reply

  3. “This is my life…… but where is dawn? Perhaps the only time I can be found in my tent? And which is my favorite part of the day? From my pictures it is hard to tell. It’s all a beautiful dream.”

    Comment by Mom — August 31, 2010 @ 10:09 pm | Reply

    • That it is, Mom, that it is. I never want to wake up.

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:57 pm | Reply

  4. It’s a little know secret, but here it is. i don’t like sleeping in my tent. two reasons, first, every bit of sand in Utah wants to be in my tent, second. the concrete basketball court is far more comfortable.

    the pillers with their glowing end of the day light, the shadows creeping up on them. almost as fast as corn growing on a Minnesota July afternoon. Having been here for an extended period of time, ( insert thank you lord here), i know not of the barren, lifeless, inhospitipal environment that appears on the surface infront of me. i’ve been back in the pillars where gods creatures go to hide during the inferno of the day. we have black speckled ghecko catchers that pretend to be a lifeless bit of dead wood, waiting for their unwitting prey. Or, my favorite, the 6 legged arachnophobic, green tree spider. It lays upside down and resembles my favorite desert plant, the aptly named emerald spider flower, Utah’s state flower. Bees in search of their next batch of pollen land amongs the legs of the spider. it is a full 9 inches across from mandible to silt spinning tube.
    Just as a venus fly trap closes around it’s prey, so does the spiders legs. Truly, one of the most fascinating accounts i have yet to witness here to date.

    it reminds me of one of my favorite scriptures, JOHN 2/27….. look it up.

    Comment by john — September 1, 2010 @ 6:15 am | Reply

    • John,
      I get the reference to your b’day in the John 2:27 thing – but contained in that verses is an interesting phrase that seems to apply to you – namely, ” . . . you do not need anyone to teach you.”

      Comment by leroque — September 1, 2010 @ 7:32 am | Reply

    • Bonus points for mentioning my basketball court, J! Your creative flora and fauna amuse me.

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:58 pm | Reply

  5. Kathryn, rock-hopper par excellence, stood deep in thought before the Wingate Pillars.
    The rapidly setting sun ignited internal incandescences in the marching militia of sandstone before her. To hop or not to hop, that was the question, for to hop in daylight would be but one more hoppy conquest. But, to hop at night (by the pale moonlight) – Oh, aye – that would be a consummation devoutly to be wished.
    And so it was, on that fateful night that Ranger Kathryn hopped – hopped as she had never hopped before – hopped with such transcendent ecstasy that on her last hop she slipped the surly bonds of earth and in one swell foop, hopped all the way to the moon.
    And now, it is not the Man in the Moon that glances down on us – ’tis Kathryn.
    Her empty tent awaits – awaits the time when, filled with hoppyness, she will return.
    The end.

    Comment by leroque — September 1, 2010 @ 7:52 am | Reply

    • Can’t stop laughing…

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:56 pm | Reply

  6. Gosh, I have to admit that this was fun! John and Dad I got the “birthday” scripture as well. Great job …. Kathryn, any more games you want us all to play?

    Comment by chris — September 1, 2010 @ 8:20 am | Reply

    • I’ll think of a new one for future, C.

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:56 pm | Reply

  7. The Crowned Camel is a sight to behold, noble as it disdainfully watches the world go by.

    Comment by Becky — September 1, 2010 @ 9:20 am | Reply

    • Yes, yes! I saw it immediately!

      Comment by kath56ryn — September 1, 2010 @ 6:56 pm | Reply

  8. 2000 years from present day –
    Archeologists standing upon the remnants of sandstone pillars noticed an anomoly in the sand below. Upon digging, they uncoveredn the remains of a flimsy half dome structure. Carefully reconstruction revealed a possible shrine used by ancients to worship the desert gods. An exciting discovery revealed the half dome temple was aligned with phases of the moon. Bewilderment ensued at discovery of the stack of dried out primitive tumbleweeds. Were they used in some arcane ancient ritual? Eaten for their hallugenogenic properties? Feed for the sacrificial animals? Most mysterious – where were the inhabitants that used this sacred site? A grant is being sought to further study this anomoly!

    Comment by chrisyoungman — September 2, 2010 @ 9:08 am | Reply

    • My chortling out loud concerned my coworkers….

      Comment by Kathryn Burke — September 3, 2010 @ 9:42 am | Reply

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