I need you to focus, children. On the green. I have occasionally been accused of category creep here on the weekend experience. Like having dealt with all the criterium is a crime or something. So I have made a concerted to play strictly by the rules. You know what they say: "Even an old dog can turn over a new leaf." So be forewarned. Any representation of blue or even worse of camping is strictly coincidental. And nudity is just absolutely casual.
Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park. Best known for it's geologic colors, it boasts a lot of green, too. Here, where you are invited to spend the night (not camping) each individual place is carefully screened from every other by green stuff. GROWING green stuff. It's quite a pleasant place to spend the night.
Had I left this photo uncropped you'd have been exposed to some serious blue skies that are served at altitude in Eastern Colorado. Fortunately for all of us I cropped out the unseemly blue. Never a violation of the rules, that is my motto.
Wolf Creek, Oregon. Eastern Oregon. Better known as the tinder dry side of Oregon. It was obviously not particularly dry in Eastern Oregon this spring. The green is obvious and very real.
Please don't stand in judgement of me because of the casual bit of blue in this photograph. It's incidental and reflected! It might have been slate grey sky in actuality, the glorious blue reflection just imagination. It could happen!
OK, I feel the need to confess. These pictures represent one of my favorite things, camping off a motorcycle. I mean the green is obvious, the blues were actually stunning but both were/are sublime places to camp. And since I was the only patron at Wolf Creek I might have been walking around naked. Nobody knows but me, and I'm not telling.
315 words to the start of this sentence so I've fulfilled that requirement as well.
All words and photographs in this post are mine. Even the bad ones, for better or worse.
