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

We arrived in the middle of the arid pinyon-juniper woodlands with clean clothes, heavy backpacks, and an atmosphere of anticipatory excitement. Our small group of six students and two instructors

A flash of blonde hair disappears in front of me as Lauren squeezes her body into the hole. I step forward–it’s my turn. I squat down low, and slip my

As my watch alarm wakes me from my intermittent slumber, I slowly lift my head from my sleeping bag to confront the cold morning air. It is now early November,

“Our place is part of what we are. Yet even a “place” has a kind of fluidity; it passes through space and time… A place will have been grasslands, then

We met with Jerry Shue, a Moab-based landscape geographer before embarking on our first twelve-day trip into Horseshoe Canyon to get our first introduction to the natural and social processes