Maybe You Will Be the Ones:To My Sons and Their Friends
I am on Lake Powell in the southwestern United States, drifting along the border of Utah and Arizona, wondering about America’s next fifty years. I am floating in deep red rock canyons that are several hundred million years old. Whenever I look up from my computer, I see awesome slick rock wantonly displaying its entire evolutionary history.
These rocks are here today because the beaches of ancient seas were compressed into sedimentary rock that formed into thousands of layers that then were uplifted by massive earth upheavals to form these towering red mountains, which were carved into canyons by relentless rivers ten million years ago.
I tell this just to keep things in perspective.