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Take me back to my boat on the river

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Take me back to my boat on the river
I need to go down, I need to calm down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out any more

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Time stands still as I gaze in her waters
She eases me down, touching me gently
With the waters that flow past my boat on the river
So I don’t cry out anymore

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Oh the river is wide
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquility Base
Where the frown on my face disappears

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Oh the river is deep
The river it touches my life like the waves on the sand
And all roads lead to Tranquility Base
Where the frown on my face disappears.

Take me down to my boat on the river
I need to go down
Won’t you let me go down
Take me back to my boat on the river
And I won’t cry out anymore.

~Boat on the River, Styx  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjTwM2AL1VY)

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*All photos taken on the Green River, Utah.  5/21/17

Cottonwood Paper Mill

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The Cottonwood Paper Mill is an old abandoned stone structure located at the mouth of the Big Cottonwood Canyon in Cottonwood Heights, Utah. It is located at the intersection of Wasatch and Fort Union Boulevard. (6900 Big Cottonwood Canyon Rd) and is on the U.S. National Register of Historic Places. It is also known as the Granite Paper Mill.

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The Cottonwood Paper Mill was built in 1883 by the Deseret News. Workers used paper making equipment brought in from the old Sugar House Paper Mill to grind logs from nearby canyons into pulp. Rags that were gathered from old clothes were also used to produce the pulp, which was then placed into molds and dried. When it was still in operation, the Cottonwood Paper Mill could produce up to five tons of paper per day.

The Old Cottonwood Paper Mill was in operation for about 10 years. The completion of the railroad made paper much cheaper to obtain, though, and in 1892, the mill was sold to Granite Paper Mills Company. On April 1, 1893, a fire broke out inside the building. There was a huge stockpile of paper that fed the fire and, many who heard the alarm though it to be an April Fool’s Day joke and so did not respond appropriately. The Old Mill was thus destroyed, leaving only a stone skeleton.
In 1927, the building was partially rebuilt for use as an open-air dance hall, known as The Old Mill Club. It remained until the 1940′s. In the 1970′s and 1980′s, the structure was used as a haunted house as well as a craft boutique. In 1966, it was declared an historic site by the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. It was officially condemned by the city of Cottonwood Heights in 2005. In 2006, a newspaper interview indicated that there were no future plans for development for the old structure.
Ghosts and the Paranormal at The Old Mill | Cottonwood Paper Mill in Salt Lake City, Utah:
According to one report, two squatters and their dog were killed in a fire at The Old Mill in Salt Lake City. The ghosts of these entities is said to thus, haunt the premises.
Visitors to the Cottonwood Paper Mill have reported cold spots, strange growling sounds, and strong feelings of uneasiness. Some have reported seeing light coming from inside the building, even though there is no electricity to The Old Mill. Electrical equipment failures and battery draining have allegedly been seen.

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Tower
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Broken windows
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Insignia
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Tower
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Back North side
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Back stairwell satanic graffiti
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Western border wall
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Main structure
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Many No Trespassing Signs
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Icy puddles.
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Daughters of Utah Pioneers Plaque

I spent about a half hour at the site.  There are very visibly posted No Trespassing signs and two layers of fences to get to the structure. Unfortunately I was unable to get past the second fence.  I think it is important to go in and photograph the building before it totally crumbles to the ground so am reaching out for that request.  Until then, these photos of the grand structure will have to suffice.

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Two Roads Diverged in a Wood, and I

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

The Sparkle of Frost

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.   ~John Burroughs

 

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Frosted trees in the blue fog
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Fog blanketing the Salt Lake City valley
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Sun refractions creating blue fog
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Ducks at La Caille
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Little Cottonwood granite trying to peek through the fog.

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Snowflakes on berries
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Berry laden frosted tree
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Frozen fountain
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Remnants of Christmas in the fog
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Laden willow tree
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Froggie in the frost.

Mueller Park

“Do not fall in love with people like me.  I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.” (Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems)

 

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©All Rights Reserved.  Chris Webber

Be

[From Jonathan Livingston Seagull]

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“Be”

Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find himThere
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the sun
God will make for your way

And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul,
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it

While the sand would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the one God will make
for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way

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The Geese of Beverly Road

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We’ll take ourselves out in the street
And wear the blood in our cheeks like red roses
We’ll go from car to sleeping car and whisper in their sleeping ears
We were here, we were here
We’ll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We won’t be disappointed
We’ll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor
We’ll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

We’re drunk and sparking, our legs are open
Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn’t have any
I swear we didn’t have any

Hey, love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we’ll get away with it
We’ll run like we’re awesome

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon

We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world
We’re the heirs to the glimmering world

The Geese of Beverly Road (The National)