On the edge
In case you were wondering, this is where the West begins. Step off the pavement and into another realm. Don’t anticipate stepping back onto pavement willingly again.
In case you were wondering, this is where the West begins. Step off the pavement and into another realm. Don’t anticipate stepping back onto pavement willingly again.
From sunrise to sunset, there are no obstructions in the light. No trees create shade, no ridgelines prevent the sun from rising for hours past sunrise. Clouds move across the landscape casting shadows briefly as they sail past. And, then at dusk, the Earth turns golden. Some days, the clouds, the setting sun, and the glowing Earth conspire to create a study in contrasts and a moment so clear, you are forced to pause. There is nothing but this, and nothing more is necessary.
The cliff dwellings were already ruins when the people of the canyons drew the Spanish arrival on the walls in the 1500s. Spanish horses were larger than Navajo ponies, and a priest always accompanied the troops. Conquerors, it seems, needed to administer last rites frequently.
Horses graze in the cottonwoods and ramble through the river bottom providing scale and movement to a timeless scene.
Godspeed, old friend.
Aletsch Glacier, the longest glacier in Europe, stretches below Jungfraujoch and Mönchsjoch in Switzerland.
Each of these three photos includes climbers on the snow, rock, or glacier.
Our reach extends far beyond our size.