A long strip of black tar cuts through the barren terrain of the Colorado Plateau, where on either side of the divider is red sand, blanketed in sparse vegetation of the desert variety. Driving further into the land of red sand, made more distinct being in a flat landscape, a variety of rising natural land formations of mammoth proportions can be seen encroaching into the visual consistency of the desert. Each towering structure, formed during an age that pre-dates the conception of Christianity, in close proximity, is all the more impressive when its slopes, angular ridges and cliffs come into full view. Being in the vastness of all this sand, a view uninterrupted by an excess of distractions of man and nature, standing still with eyes closed under the watchful gaze of ancient structures, and when listening to the warped winds’ rasping as they intertwine with the buttes scattered all over the national park estate, the weight of history of nature’s mingling with the length of centuries can be appreciated as a condense sensation that reverberates through the physical body, encapsulating a restive soul in gentle tranquillity.