Thursday, December 11, 2014
gray day and ramblings about names
It is a gray day here in Minnesota. Or is it proper to write "grey" instead? I don't know and I don't even know if it matters. All I know is that the day is gloomy, warmer -yes, but damp and gloomy. So I'm going to gaze upon these tiny little purple flowers I found in Negro Bill Canyon, Moab.
On a related matter, I think you can guess that the canyon had a far more derogatory name in the past. And while I appreciate that they changed it and yet kept it similar enough in the effort to preserve the fact that one of the original settlers in the area was a person of color of African American descent, I'm not sure yet how I feel about the canyon name. Surely it is one of the most beautiful canyons in the area that is totally accessible for children (even if the hike through the canyon is long, we didn't make it to to the arch) but the name always rubs me the wrong way. One of the other canyons nearby is called "jackass canyon." Dave always claims that's the one that was named after him.