Mike and I took a drive down to Kanarraville Sunday evening and had a nice visit with Pam. We were returning a platter she brought over when she was there for New Years. And it was fun to visit for a bit. We saw a few deer in the fields and pastures on the way there. But on the way home---yowza!!! Hundreds and herds. All over the place. Wandering across the road, jumping over the fences [getting hit by cars...there is always dead ones on the side of the street... always]
When we did make it safely back to Cedar City, and we saw no actual deer fatalities, we drove up by the green water tank on the east side of town to just watch the sky and the clouds. They were just so pretty, varied, full of depth and had the potential for some spectcular colors. We just sat in the stillness, gawking and looking. We watched a jack rabbit cross the road. This was just to the south of where Mike used to live asa youth and hunt rabbits. He said, "That's nice to see. I'm glad I didn't shoot them all." We watched the skies change, and the jets fly by, leaving jet trails that almost immediately disappeared. Some days trails stay and become a criss-cross of woven, trailing threads across the sky, a testament to the busy-ness of the air traffic over our heads. Other times, like that Sunday evening, they are just gone in a short instant. There were a lot of jets passing by just in the few short minutes we spent there by the water tank. Mike informed me that it is the humidity (or lack thereof) that determines the longevity of jet trails. I never knew that. This morning must have had a lot of humidity in the upper atmosphere where jets fly (lower stratosphere?), as there was quite the woven tapestry in the sky of many many lingering jet trails. But I didnt take a photo.
We wondered last night if the sunset might culminate in a really good show, so we drove up to the temple hoping for a stunning backdrop in which to frame a photo. The colors never really ripened to their full potential, but it was fun to watch the changes. It made for a nice, serene ending to our Sunday evening together.
Below: not real Kannaraville mule deer, but really close to what they looked like. Photos stolen off the internet.
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