(Forgive me, mother, for this blog post, but I have been waiting years to write something like this. Forgive me, anyone else, who considers this little bit of good humor too vulgar for them.)
As you travel about our natural world, it’s common to see rocks here and there that resemble the naughty bits of men and women. Think of the Grand Tetons, named by some lonely French explorers because they resembled, you betcha, some arbitrary lady’s ta-tas. I shouldn’t miss mentioning Mary’s Nipple, a smaller hill/protuberance that stands at excited attention over the east side of the Teton Mountains. How about Yellowstone National Park‘s Liberty Cap? I used to live a mile away from this calcium carbonate hot springs unit, and had the true pleasure of seeing its daily arousal.
But have you ever been to a place where you feel as if you’re surrounded by sex organs? The Land of Phalli is, indeed, a real place, tucked into the southeast portion of Canyonlands National Park . There, the natural world has erected a fine playground for those men and women who can’t get enough of, well, the penis. Most people call this part of the world Canyonland’s Needles District, and we took a 3 day fastpacking trip there about a month ago. Please enjoy this photo journal of our trip.
Day 1, Entering The Land of Phalli
I’m aware that you’re waiting for the wands of wank photos, but there’s other stuff out there in the desert, too. With 3 days of everything on his back, Bryon runs on a trail through cryptobiotic soil. In between the ground’s sand grains live microscopic, photosynthesizing bacteria!
Bryon runs through a joint, a topographic break created between two needles. Between the joints stand the one-eyed monsters of the west!
Pretend it’s a game of Where’s Waldo. Instead of looking for a little man in a red and white shirt, count the number of trouser snakes standing proud in the background.
Druid Arch looms with a certain degree of authority that would probably be taken more seriously if not for the giant sandstone tally-whacker leaning against it. In all seriousness, this was a phenomenal arch, and a great way wrap up our first day of fastpacking.
Day 2, Getting up close and personal with nature’s phalli
Sunrise from the tent on Day 2 was fantastic, made better by a couple tiny pork swords saying good morning from the ridge top. Weather in the form of rain and snow was predicted to arrive either on Day 2 or 3 of our backpacking trip, and we hoped these clouds weren’t leading the precipitation’s way.
For a little while on Day 2’s run, the phalli became wider, thicker, lumpier. That’s alright in my book, though, as ding-a-ling-ding-dongs come in all shapes and sizes, too.
All joking aside, this is the first time I have ever carried my camera in my hand for 3 solid days of running. That is, I found the scenery so extraordinary, so variable that I couldn’t get enough of it! As you can see the weather held for an amazing exploration day!
Simultaneous to our fastpacking trip, there was also a convention of bologna ponies occurring in the Needles District. For certain they enjoyed the warm, sunny weather as well!
Day 3, Leaving The Land of Phalli
Erect as ever, this troop of johnsons seems as excited about the morning of Day 3 as we were!
In this broad, sweeping landscape photo, you’ll have to click to enlarge the lincoln logs lingering in the background. These gentlemen are apparently demure.
This fastpack was brilliant by any standard: great route, fabulous company, amazing scenery, superb weather, yummy food. For a girl who also loves the beauty of nature, the abundance of cupid’s quivers was akin to fastpacking cake icing.