A Hundred Miles From Nowhere || October 19, 2013
Whenever I go to the Escalante, I feel an obligation to visit a certain canyon. The beauty of this place is unimaginable. It’s as if it’s the Garden of Eden. Springs drip from the canyon walls and the birds echo in the canyons. This is a spiritual place. A place like no other. It’s one of the few remaining canyons that hold the essence of Glen Canyon, that was buried by Lake Powell. My heart aches for that place.
"Should we also flood the Sistine Chapel, so tourists can get closer to the ceiling?" - Edward Abbey