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Camp Rock

Camp Rock was a big milestone on the California Trail here on the Idaho Utah border. Travelers, including the ill fated Donner Party, used axle grease from their ox carts to mark their passage. Weather and Time has erased most. Hopefully, they found the better life they were walking to!

Camp Rock (and the City of Rocks) was a welcome sight after miles of scrub and sage across the high desert.
Travelers left their mark here, but time and weather have slowly been erasing them away.
Today we would call this graffiti, but really what difference is there? We all want to leave something of ourselves to mark our passage..
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City of Rocks

A rock climbing place known around the world, a pleasant rest stop for travelers along the California Trail, an area that has its own energy and ethereal beauty. All of this describes the City of Rocks.

Traveling from Oregon to Utah, Darrin looked at the map, found the cool name City of Rocks, and declared we needed to stop there. Five nights later, we finally left.

These pictures do not in any way represent the majestic otherworldly spirit of this place. They are a mere human representation of Mother Nature.

The view from our campsite.
14,000 acres of rock formations creating an ethereal beauty
A peak into the formation of Mother Earth
The Ancient Overseer
Oye…always the ham…but he’s my ham
It is easy to imagine these rocks were once inside Mother Earth…what stories they could tell if only we knew how to listen.
It seems almost sacrilegious of man to dare climb, but how can he not when presented with such a challenge?