Once again, we arrive at the mouth of Horseshoe Canyon. We were here two months ago at the beginning of our journey through the Colorado Plateau. But instead of

As we wrapped up our second section of the course in the infamous Dirty Devil River, I took some time during our transition to the next new section to sit

Can you know a canyon by their rim? Or must you be drawn in, sucked downstream by their river, immersed within the walls, another being among everyone else? The top

Is love at first sight possible with places? Or does the love come with time and experience? The first day of being within your walls I asked myself–is this an

The 10-mile hike out of Horseshoe Canyon lent ample time for reflection. Did I really just move my body over 50 miles through a crack in the earth with my

In the words of the great Bucky Preston (Hopi elder and activist), “I guess I’m an environmentalist.”  What was meant by this seemingly simple statement was that through the actions

“Screedle on!” Someone shouts as we descend steep Navajo Sandstone slickrock. This is our third expedition as a group and we are each carrying twelve days worth of tightly packed

It was full speed running. Sand flying, daypacks forgotten, every one of us dying of curiosity for what lay beyond the bend of the sandstone walls. We had reached a

I have come to realize that there are very few things I need in order to lead a good life. This revelation was brought on by incessant amounts of mud

Almost two weeks worth of food and gear descend onto my shoulders in what I know is the largest backpack I have ever carried. I turn around and blindly splash