I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend. (J.R.R.Tolkien, The Two Towers)

When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone. The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.

Marko Kloos "Why the Gun is Civilization"

Saturday, July 29, 2006

More Pictures from the Gorge


Side trail down to the river looking back up towards the main Gorge trail.


Another small seam of coal.



Bags of what appear to be hardened cement that have been used to prevent anyone from getting any of the coal out.



A small creek with a waterfall that runs into the gorge a couple of miles from the beginning of the trail.





When I was much younger, I used to spend days under these cliffs looking for Native American artifacts (arrowheads and other flint tools). Generations of searchers have piled up the dirt so high that it's difficult to find anything any more. Of course all of the large fallen rocks make for problems too.

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