Back on that day we flew out of Page, AZ toward Cortez, CO looking for a safe path across broken terrain, there were strange colors.
The camera couldn’t seem to capture the colors, but the rock was really interesting here far from roads. The caves accented alternating layers of whitish lines eroded from the sandstone. The shapes made a magical topographic effect in many places.
When we finally approached the edge of Monument Valley, the colors had shifted and the air was more laden with dust but the views were still striking.
Off to the left of these buttes was a lonely spire, small by Monument Valley standards yet towering far above the trees at the bend in that dry creek bed.
I seem to alternate between enchantment with the arid spirit of this place, and fascination with what geologic forces could have possibly left that thin spire in a miles-wide valley.
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