02/13/2025
Small hike of my own - up a little trail where I was stopped by ice - so I said no. Found a flat rock to sit on - warm from the setting sun & watched the art unfold with changing shades, shapes & color. In awe & reflection there was nothing to do but gaze at what I believe are called the book cliffs. It resembles books on a shelf based on some google research.
We come & go. One life. Will we be remembered thousands of years from now let alone 100 for the next generation? These canyons will be remembered as they evolve & exist as they always have. They will be remembered & it’s in my hope that the canyons, the mountains, the trees & all that Mother Nature is - will remember us too. That they were gazing at us too.
— from a recent trip to Grand Junction CO