Lisa... Performs... in Bryce

Performing in Bryce Woke up in a clean, green campsite smelling of pine trees with wheelchair access along Beaver River in Fishlake National Forest. Craig climbed up the ravine while I coaxed a curious moth the size of a small rodent into cutting short his VW Van excursion. Back to Beaver,15 south and on to Bryce Canyon where the park entrance fee has doubled to $10. We were planning on going through Zion too, so I got the Eagles Passport, a year of National Park access for $50. I still have this silly "nature should be free" attitude about amazing earth formations, but am slowly coming to terms with the price of wildlife and the effects of capitalism on a pinecone. We drove to the end of Bryce Canyon, viewed the view, turned around and caught the scenic turnouts on the way back. Craig captured a few formations on his vinyl wallpaper canvas while I got some camping tips from a plain-clothed park employee. Brian was perched on the log railing doing a park traffic survey, keeping track of who stoped where and for how long. He said we could pull over almost anywhere in the National Forest Service Regions and camp for free. When Craig was done painting, we pulled into Sunset Canyon where I decided to do a spontaneous performance of my CD material for the international tourist crowd. It was a year ago this month that I came through here with Jon and a pink velvet chair and took photos for the Home CD insert. I felt the inclination to pay homage in some way. Most passersby did just that, but two guys from Michigan sat on a local bench and stayed for the whole "show". Outside of Bryce, we stopped by Ruby's Inn for tourist food and asked if we could have phone line access for our downloading needs. No could do, only "Roger" knew which lines were what and he wasn't in, so we would have to wait till the next day broke. A couple miles west of the 12 was the turn Brian told us to take into the Dixie National Forest. We drove along 087, a good dirt road, in the dark, and made a left turn on another dirt road. We passed no cars, no motor homes, no tents, no people, no livestock and no pets. We followed the dirt until we found a place to pull over and park all alone in the wilderness. Afraid of Nada and back to the Avoidance of Nevada! - Lisa