2008, Prehistoric Utah and Me

I pull the car off the Interstate, I-70, miles past

Green River, not even close to St. George yet,

somewhere laid out in No-man’s Land, rocks,

sand and pinion in between. I step out to view the

awe-inspiring scene before me. Here, from horizon

to horizon, sweeping from the front, around the

sides and to the back of me, from one mesa to

another, there are no buildings, not a car, nor a

semi to be seen, not a person to be found. Here,

except for me, Utah is devoid of every trace of man-

kind. Here, beneath the rocks, over there behind the

stunted bristly pine, snakes, lizards and scorpions, I

am sure. Not a whisper of wind even, nothing else

here to see, but a deep blue sky forever and me.

I like that.

Chris Hanch 7-3-19