Yesterday’s hike through Echo Canyon and Rhyolite Canyon was a much needed exercise. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last week (amazing how much time I have when there’s no internet…) and something about walking for three hours through rock formations that are 27 million years old helped to put things into perspective for me.
At times, I was right at the base of these huge formations, looking up at things that had survived wars, countries, politics, and everything else that we humans inflict on ourselves. I felt so small, so young, so untested, next to them.
This was my last view of the hike before I descended into the valley. I spent a long time standing here letting it all soak in, knowing I probably won’t be back but wanting to remember the day, the hike, and the new perspectives I found.
I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.
Rosalia de Castro