Places like this are important, spiritually, for the species. For us, for humankind. This canyon has to have been inhabited thousands of years ago, too: the river, the grass, the sheltering cliffs… I saw dozens of shallow natural caves, sculpted out of the sandstone by the wind. There must have been deeper ones, and here and there some clefts, eroded passages. You might think it was spooky, and in the literal sense you’d be right, but on a personal level, I only sensed great peace and calm.
Almost to Mills Canyon
The above is a representative slice of where I ended up late Wednesday afternoon, although still about a mile (?) from the campground. Also, I took this one heading out the next morning. Better lighting for the shot, too. And remember that by the time I got to this spot, I’d been driving along in first and sometimes second gear for almost an hour, completely alone on the road. I don’t know how much more I’ll write about this trip (still processing). I have so many images, and I’ll be posting the best at FotoFeed over the next couple of weeks. This one will be there, but you’re seeing it here first!
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Beautiful, John. You encourage me (and others, I hope) to continue the journey to a conscious life of meaningful experiences.
AMEN !! and Thanks John! Steve
Hey John
Sounds like a great road trip; I’ll have to head up that way one day soon. In the meantime, I’ll be headed to Abiquiu in a couple of weeks to check out that area. Planning o doing a bit of watercolor work where the “Grand Dame” herself spent so much time.
Peace