225 miles.

“No image can truly capture the beauty of this place. Within a photograph you can only see the physical landscape. So much of the magic that exists within this canyon lie in the small moments. Watching the shadows move across the walls and your friends gather at camp to recap the day.

The moments of personal solitude, as the cicadas fill the silence of your midnight surroundings. 

Beauty is so much deeper than what we can comprehend visually. The moments between each click of the shutter are the memories I wish I could bottle up and get drunk off of forever. For every word written about the Colorado, no description will ever come close to the true majesty of this river.

As the sound of echolocation radiating through the canyon still lingers in my head, I hope I never forget how each high pitch chirp bounces against the canyon walls.”

Day 10