comes to a close in three days on the winter solstice and the extended forecast is for continued dry conditions with moderate temperatures. The Old Farmer’s Almanac is predicting that “precipitation and snowfall will be average or above average throughout the Intermountain Region. The snowiest periods will fall in mid-November, early and late January, and mid-March.” We shall see.
A window into the Honaker Trail Formation...
can be found below Deadman’s Curve on the old highway grade west of Arches National Park. This Upper Pennsylvanian-age (~300 Ma) carbonate unit crops out as a cliff former in very few places in the Moab area, seen in the image below as the grayer strata beneath the paved bike trail across the canyon, captured from a high vantage point on the Rusty Spur mountain bike trail.
Jupiter precedes the rising Full Cold Moon...
that strongly silhouettes the Priest and the Nuns on the eastern skyline tonight.
My personal best was achieved today...
where the Arreaux model rocket soared to an apogee of 2,402 feet (732 meters) on a “G” engine at a remote launch site on the state line. I’m aiming higher.
Also, these launches push me over the century mark, now having sent more than 100 model rockets skyward this year. Huge fun.
A view into Arches National Park...
from the Moab Brands mountain bike trail system. That’s South Window Arch in The Windows Section of the park, about seven miles (11 km) distant. It was an absolutely magnificent afternoon for a ride.
Fifty-two years ago today...
man last walked on the Moon in Taurus-Littrow valley. Here’s tonight’s waxing gibbous Moon, three days from full, with the Apollo 17 landing site indicated by the orange x where astronauts Gene Cernan and Harrison Schmitt (a geologist) performed three days of exploration in 1972.
Neither deterred by snow flurries...
nor by my active presence on the back deck, Sharpie is becoming a dependable daily visitor to the feeding stations. Good hunting.
Icy crystals of hoarfrost...
develop and are sustained in deeply shaded areas, seen here nucleating on blades of grass. It’s a frigid microscopic crystalline wonderland.
The Culebra Cut of Castle Valley...
is being excavated at the Placer Creek dry stream crossing. Methinks this is a grossly overengineered and expensive solution to an erosion problem that no longer exists, but that’s just 40+ years of experience as a fluvial geomorphologist talking.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the community, the drainage ditches that are choked with sediment from summer flooding go largely unattended. Pure negligence.
Having enormous patience...
for the right opportunity and fast off the mark, this tiny hawk is quite tolerant of my presence nearby while it hunts around the house for unsuspecting prey. One of these days I’ll capture the actual strike on its target.
Luna and Venus...
setting above Porcupine Rim this evening. Seventeen days to go until the winter solstice.
Adding a bit more insulation...
to the winter nest as nighttime temperatures fall below freezing.
Meanwhile, another flashy little sparrow works the feeding station.
Standing at the vanguard...
of our bucolic high desert community, Smokey the Bear wishes everyone a happy Thanksgiving and a safe holiday season. We are all very grateful and sleep better at night knowing that Smokey is tirelessly on the job.
In constant orbit around the house...
while patrolling the various feeding stations, this bird of prey knows where the Horn of Plenty occurs in Castle Valley.
An outstanding early start...
to the water year in the high country thanks to a pre-Thanksgiving winter storm that dropped 1.5 inches (38 mm) of rain on Castle Valley yesterday.
Link to NRCS Snotel network.
Seemingly constantly hungover...
with its bloodshot red eyes, this large, striking sparrow is one of my favorites at the feeding station.
Plucked as clean...
as an upcoming Thanksgiving turkey, this cow carcass has been laying out on the range for only about two weeks. There are some well-fed wildlife at Round Mountain this holiday season.
A warm pre-dawn glow...
reflected by clouds above the La Sal Mountains slowly expanded and flared to a vibrant display across the southeastern sky early this morning. Wow.
A regular evening ritual...
is developing where a small herd of muleys pays a visit to the birdbath. First come, first served.
Look who's lurking in the rabbitbrush...
with its head on a swivel, scanning for a free meal this afternoon. This is the second pass today at the fly through buffet.