Luckily, the arch that collapsed wasn't the one Jason and I hiked to during our trip to Utah in 2001. I'm sorta fond of Delicate Arch, aka "the one on the license plate."
Looking back through our Utah trip photos, I came across this buried treasure, taken in Goblin Valley State Park:
I call it "Jason the Goblin Proctologist," and the total craposity of the photo is because it's a photo of a photo, since the digital file is on a CD in our safety deposit box and therefore not readily accessible on a Sunday.
Oh, and in other suckage, here's the first of our carrot crop from the waterlogged garden plot:
That's a teaspoon (and cherry pit) for scale. Looks like we don't have to worry about getting hypercarotenemia, at least from our harvest. Split three ways, we each got a piece of carrot about half the size of a pencil eraser. Mmmmm, filling.
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