No such misfortune this time. Apart from the half-eaten chocolate that had melted in the back seat, the Toyota was a car in much better shape, and the day started with a short trip to the petrol station to fill up and stock up on smokes. The pimple-faced teenager asked me for ID which I found irritating, but then, realising that this was Utah - a state that pretty much makes its own laws - it sort of made sense. As I drove off, I actually felt quite flattered that he should suspect I was under 19. The man-moisturisers have clearly worked.
For two hours, I drove in a reflective mood. Reflective, because the arrival of an email that morning confirming my new job not only brought a sense of elation and relief (financially), but also the inescapable reality that blue skies, red rock and the open road would soon be substituted by the inside of a windowless boardroom.
For two hours, I drove in a reflective mood. Reflective, because the arrival of an email that morning confirming my new job not only brought a sense of elation and relief (financially), but also the inescapable reality that blue skies, red rock and the open road would soon be substituted by the inside of a windowless boardroom.
Although not nearly as big as its famous cousin in Arizona, Canyonlands is still enormous - about the same size as the entire area of Greater London. Some would also argue that it has a more magical quality to it. The absence of annoying tourists on this occasion helped of course, and you have to applaud the way the park management have resisted the temptation to massacre the surroundings with metal barriers. For once, Health and Safety (or America's equivalent of it) have kept their meddling hands off.
Leaving the car behind, I soon found my way to the rim of the basin. It's a drop of about 1 km if you go over the edge but you can't help but want to tempt fate. Go on, John So, bet you can't see all the way to the bottom.
Common sense eventually returned, and when i found myself a perfect spot, I stayed there for almost hour. No humans, no animals, not a stir in the wind. This really was the sound of silence.
It certainly was what you could call a 'moment' which i relished to the full before looking for the famous sights like the Mesa Arch and the 'Fingers' - both colossal pieces of natural architecture.
Leaving the car behind, I soon found my way to the rim of the basin. It's a drop of about 1 km if you go over the edge but you can't help but want to tempt fate. Go on, John So, bet you can't see all the way to the bottom.
Common sense eventually returned, and when i found myself a perfect spot, I stayed there for almost hour. No humans, no animals, not a stir in the wind. This really was the sound of silence.
It certainly was what you could call a 'moment' which i relished to the full before looking for the famous sights like the Mesa Arch and the 'Fingers' - both colossal pieces of natural architecture.
About 200M later, I realised this was a very poor piece of judgement. From above, you can't see the loose rocks or the steep steps a car needs to negotiate on its way down. The hairpins are frightening and the road narrows a great deal the further you descend. The thought of reversing all the way back to the top did cross my mind but, thankfully, only briefly.
It started easy enough... |
Then it just turned into a complete shit fest. |
Where there's risk, there is also reward, and so for all this effort I did manage to capture some great shots of the insides. I just wished I had been in a better frame of mind to appreciate the incredible rock formations, bright red only at this hour from the tilting sunlight.
I did make it out eventually, and drove overnight all the way to Denver airport. Although I missed my flight, they were frequent enough for it not to matter. A quick stopover in New York, and I was on the plane back to Europe, to the comforts of home cooking, laundry and unlimited free wifi.