such an equation resulted in the perusal and exploration of the quaint town (...) of Escalante (pronounced es-c'l-AWNT by the locals and/or practiced visitors from nearby) as well as the unbelievably kind, delicious and quaint services rendered by the Boulder Mountain Guest Ranch (which, in truth, should include the words "tipi" and "well-dressed-up-with-acoustic-equipment-and-attractive-moss-and-desert-plants-but-nevertheless-an-ill-disguised-bomb-shelter-slash-bunker) if it seeks to do itself justice. see also an on-site organic garden replete with earth-maidens swathed in head scarves and treading about on slightly (likely?) substance-induced wobbling legs and something called a cowboy breakfast which included a hamsteak so large it draped, stately, over the rim of the plate.
needless to say we enjoyed ourselves fully, never mind the almost-silly low rates charged to us and the very excellent broad, velvety egg noodles (made in house but of course) dressed with various things we saw snipped from the patio garden much to our gastronomic delight.)
we also undertook to trudge down into the dusty depths of a canyon that was crackling with the excessive and histrionic lack of greenness (to make it plain we were in a seasonal drought) for the pure sake of swimming in one of the lovelies, most crystal clear swimming spots known to man. (drive past Boulder, over the Hog's back and turn at the oreo rock...)
yes the equation of quietude + sage + bird abundance + tipi + lovely dinner + battling hummingbirds + cowboy breakfast and grits + extra whiskey bottle + swimming hole + tired and exhausted dogs cannot help but = delirious and grateful humans BUT we do feel all the details made a difference and we wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.
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