My dear friend Alie and I camped in and traversed across Canyonlands National Park. We went on three hikes: the Squaw Canyon Loop, Druid Arch, and Peekaboo. Although these were all in the Needles District of Cayonlands, they each offered something unique.
Unfortunately, butterfingers over here dropped her camera in the sand not even a mile in on our first hike. My anger and frustration with this mistake quickly melted beneath azure skies and red cliffs streaked black, but now I only have a few photos from the adventures to share with you all.
What was interesting about this mishap is my overarching intention to disconnect from technology for the majority of May. My laptop was left at home, my cell phone was off, yet I still wanted to have my digital camera to document the novel landscape. When the sand particles prohibited the lens from opening, it took some major self control not to scream like a toddler. As aforementioned, the upset was short lived: in fact, I was (almost) thankful for the accident by trip's end.
A camera-less immersion in the red-rock landscape offered me that technology break I craved. However, I still think that photography can tune us into our surroundings as we look for that perfect picture.
A week in Canyonlands proved to be a magical and introspective experience. On our last hike, to Peekaboo, Alie and I came across a panel of pictographs from the Ancient Pueblos and even earlier residents of the area. Salt Creek runs nearby, offering a riparian refuge from the encompassing desert.
The funny thing is we did not mean to end up at Peekaboo; we read a sign wrong on our original route to Lost Canyon. The engrained handprints and shields like turtle shells carved on the rust-colored wall were an unexpected award after the hike's arduous climbs.
I don't have any pictures to share of the petroglyphs. But as I was experiencing ancient art, maybe it was suppose to be this way.